❝THE TIME FLIES AND WE'RE FLOWING FREE!❞
[hayato k. x f!reader] two eleven-year-olds with a crucial role manage to get dragged into a serial killer drama within their golden-hearted town.
━CROSS-POSTED ON QUOTEV AND AO3
━JJBA PART 4 SPOILERS
━COVER...
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HE COULDN'T SLEEP VERY WELL LAST NIGHT. As he drew open the blinds to the windows of his room, he froze.
The shine of the sun beamed through the transparent glass of the windows, the gleam shining down on his face and chafing his features. Instinctively, his hand reached into the pocket of his pants, and his hand took out the recording. His fingers chafed the surface of the tape, that same feeling of déjà vu arousing once more.
He kept having these strange dreams—well, this was the second time he felt this feeling, no?
When his mother entered the room, a somber expression plastered against the visage of his face. And when he went downstairs, that strange, strange feeling of déjà vu turned into horror at the familiar sight.
No, he thought, this was too uncanny.
Didn't this morning already happen? Wasn't that what happened in his dream? It was strange, too, too bizarre. Then, the TV's channel changed from Morioh's Very Own Miso-stewed Cow Tongue to the weather report, with the man behind the desk not realizing they were already on air.
...
What?
Didn't this happen in his dream?
"Th—This morning TV program..." He murmured, staring at it. Hayato watched the man announce the temperature and weather for the prefecture in confusion.
...
Huh?
"Hayato!" Shinobu called from the kitchen as she poured coffee into her teapot, the ceramic made from white porcelain and gold-and-turquoise lining. The house phone rang a familiar tune as Hayato stared at it, confusion building up in his features. Abruptly, he stood up in his seat.
"Hey, Hayato! Answer the phone."
What he dreamt about—no, it wasn't even a dream. That was reality, wasn't it?
His eyes darted to Kira, who adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. What he witnessed wasn't a dream. Is— Is this the same morning?! It was repeating— today's morning was repeating!
Kira; Yoshikage Kira, he was the one doing this. So, this was the unrivaled ability he told him? The one he planted inside him?
"Hayato! I asked you to answer the phone!" Shinobu scolded, hurrying to the kitchen table to answer the phone before it stopped ringing.
Oh, yeah!
Before she tripped on the rug and dropped her tea set—Hayato leaped out of his seat, his hands catching the pot before it crashed. While Shinobu did fall, her tea set did survive the trip.
