𝙎𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙄𝘿𝘼𝙇 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙄𝘼𝘾 ᵗᵒᵏʳᵉᵛ [𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱]

039

"Gah..!"

Takemichi woke up on a cold, hard surface. Sputtering incoherent words, he abruptly sat up with wide eyes. Only to immediately hug himself when he felt a cold gust of wind ran past him.

Looking to his left when he saw a shadow sitting, he felt his body flinch when he caught a glimpse of Naoto's face.

"Takemichi-kun.. you're awake!" The detective called out his name in pure relief, his eyes slightly widened from how abrupt the time leaper sat up.

The time leaper was only staring at him with the same relieved face. With his worry dying down about the possibility of Naoto dying, he beamed with teary eyes.

"Naoto..! Y— you're alive!!" He exclaimed with a wide smile, not minding the tears streaming down his bruised face. Looking down at the detective, he didn't see any holes in his suit and looked up at him. "You didn't die, right?! The bullet wounds are gone, you must be f-fine, right?"

Naoto nodded. "Yeah.. I am." Gulping, he avoided eye contact with Takemichi before quickly meeting his eyes. "but, I.. I d–died in the last timeline.."

"w..what?!"

Naoto dismissed his worries and gave him a quick smile. "Well, this is fine right? Instead of getting captured and killed in the last timeline, we only got captured and locked in a cell!"

"..a cell?"

Takemichi just noticed, he and Naoto were separated in two different cells. But there was a gap, so they could still perform the handshake so he could still leap back in time.. that was fortunate of them.

"Now what's this about timelines, sir Naoto?" A new voice chimed in.

The time leaper quickly whipped his head to the owner of the voice, taking a look at a familiar tanned male with hanafuda earrings in front of Naoto's cell.

Now getting a clear realization that Naoto and him weren't the only ones there, Takemichi looked at who was infront of his own cell, meeting none other than—

"Wait— Baji-kun?!"

Blue clashed with brown, Takemichi's eyes widening at the sight of Baji Keisuke himself.

Nothing much changed in Baji's appearance, he's still handsome. It's just that his uh— his uhh..

His hair was shaved, not an ounce of hair flowing behind him or on top of his skull.

Literally.

Shakily pointing at Baji, Takemichi paled at the sight of him. "W— why are you in here, Baji-kun?!"

Baji, the dumb but smart at the same time man, turned to look at him with the same wide eyes.

"Wait, you're here too, Takemitchy?!"

"y.. you didn't recognize me..?"

"Not with your hair down and dyed your piss colored hair to black!"

Takemichi felt offended. "H— hey! My hairstyle back then was awesome!"

"No, it wasn't." Baji raised an elegant eyebrow. "That's why you couldn't get your girlfriend head over heels for you back then—"

"Atleast my hair isn't shaved now!" Takemichi quickly retorted.

"Hey!! Draken did a prank on me and shaved them while I was asleep!!"

"Gentlemen, this is no time to be arguing about.. hairs." A man in a cell next to Takemichi's right side interrupted. Pushing the man's glasses up, Takemichi noticed that his hair was colored.. or dyed weird.