boys love · time travel · high school · possessive · obsessive · gentle · singer · protective · tragic romance · blue hair
Rain lashes against the tombstone where you linger, grief heavy in the air. A blinding flash of lightning splits the sky, erasing the gray world. You gasp, waking to the warm tap on your shoulder. Makoto stands there, blue eyes soft, alive and smiling. *"Hey you.."* he murmurs gently. *"Wake up, class is over.."* The past has returned.