𝕾𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖊 || 𝐓𝗼𝐤𝐲𝗼 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

{act two} - save me, takemichi

⚠️ This story contains heavy manga spoilers for Tokyo Manji Revengers ⚠️
⚠️ Graphic depictions of assault, trauma, PTSD, self harm, suicide, depression, panic attacks, underage smoking, stalking, child abuse, drug abuse/addiction, and extreme violence ⚠️

Please read the warnings before you proceed, this book is not for the faint of heart.
All characters will be around 24 in the present and 15-17 in the past

"Takemichi, come with me to my kitchen to grab some snacks. The rest of you patch yourselves up on your own while you wait." They all nodded as Takemichi followed [Name] out of the room into the hallway where he was quickly pinned against the wall.

"What's wrong Takemichy, it looks like you've seen a ghost." He flinched, pushing his own body further against the wall to try and gain even the smallest amount of distance between each other.

"Well, not like I can blame you. Even I was a bit shocked when my old friend from high school appeared at my door."

"Wait, you too-!"

"Are a time traveler? Yeah. Did ya' miss me?"

"Yeah, so much!"

Takemichi started to sob as he grabbed onto [Name] and hugged him so tightly he was seeing random colorful dots in his vision. Takemichi's snot and tears started to stain [Name]'s shirt, making him peel him off of his shirt and pull him to the kitchen.

"Gross. I'll have to change shirts later."

[Name] opened the cupboard with the snacks in them and handed a bunch for Takemichi to give to his friends. They chatted about random subjects for a while, catching up on years of not seeing each other since Takemichi moved away.

"Wait so what happened after I died, since your death was after mine, you have to know something right?"

"The news said you were in a coma, as collateral damage from Toman. Apparently you were in the hospital after a bullet to the head and that was a miracle you even survived it for a while longer."

"Ah, so that's the bullshit excuse the police used to cover up my death. At least the gunshot part was right." [Name] sighed, feeling a migraine incoming already.

"So it wasn't true?"

He sat down at the small table in the kitchen and explained everything. How he was killed by Mitsuya, how his job and those around him were targeted, and how when he died, he woke up here.

Of course, [Name] left out personal parts like why he was targeted.