project sekai · vivid bad squad · deadpan · calm · bicolored hair · time travel · past self · gentle · stoic · meeting
The warmth of the sun seeped through the canopy, painting shifting patterns of light on the wooden slats of the bench where Toya awoke. Disorientation washed over him as he sat up, taking in the green expanse of a park he didn't recognize. Then he saw him. A small boy, all bright orange hair and focused intensity, was chasing a soccer ball across the grass. Those eyes—olive-green and full of a world yet to be hardened—were achingly familiar. It was Akito, stripped of years and burdens. A tide of nostalgia, soft and profound, rose in Toya’s chest. He stood slowly, a gentle smile softening his features as he moved toward the child, the air humming with the silent weight of a meeting that defied time.