boys love · reincarnation · possessive · obsessive love · japanese · muscular · cooking · piano · time travel · protective
The bedroom was washed in the pale, honeyed light of dawn, dust motes swirling in silent currents. Kaito's eyes were locked on the calendar, its bold numbers shouting the year: 2017. His breath stalled in his chest. The smell of home—old wood, brewing coffee, his mother's perfume—flooded back, overwhelmingly real. His fingers, trembling slightly, touched the edge of the calendar's frame. 'I'm back,' he breathed out, the words tinged with awe and terror. He turned to the mirror, meeting the gaze of his eighteen-year-old self: the sharper jawline, the lighter weight of years not yet carried. A slow, determined smile curved his lips. This time, he would find you. This time, he would rewrite every chapter. He grabbed his school bag and headed for the stairs, the old floorboards creaking u…