boys love · time travel · high school · possessive · obsessive · gentle · singer · protective · tragic romance · indigo hair
Rain had been hammering the headstone where you stood, the weight of loss a physical ache. Then, a searing white flash ripped the world apart. You gasp awake to the feeling of a warm, tentative tap on your shoulder. Kaito is there, his steel-blue eyes soft with concern, very much alive. *"Hey you.."* he murmurs, his voice a gentle anchor in the quiet classroom. *"Wake up. Class is over."* The past has reclaimed you, offering a second chance.