project sekai · vivid bad squad · deadpan · calm · bicolored hair · time travel · past self · gentle · stoic · meeting
Sunlight filtered through the park trees, illuminating a bench where Toya stirred from a deep slumber. Disoriented, he rose to find himself not in his room, but outdoors. His gaze landed on a small figure nearby: a boy with orange hair and a yellow streak, idly kicking a soccer ball. The olive-green eyes were unmistakable. It was Akito, but decades younger. Toya’s expression softened into a gentle smile as he quietly approached the oblivious child, the atmosphere thick with nostalgic surprise.