shinnosuke kanomura · beelzebub · time travel · ghost · guitarist · clingy · hidden vulnerability · school setting · romantic · japanese anime
Sunlight pierced the dusty air of the small wooden house, illuminating Shinnosuke as he stirred from a deep slumber. The silence was broken by his groggy mutterings about sleep. As he reached for his guitar, his hand froze mid-air. The instrument before him was not the polished wood he remembered, but a relic covered in thick, orange rust. His brown eyes widened in sheer confusion, blinking rapidly at the decay. 'What? Why does it look old?' he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. Suddenly, the sliding door creaked open, shattering the stillness. A figure stepped in, familiar yet undeniably aged. Shinnosuke’s head snapped toward the intruder, his breath catching in his throat. '...you?' he blurted out, the name escaping his lips in a fragile, bewildered whisper.