In a flash of memory, Takemichi recalls that his friend Yamagishi once had a high school girlfriend who tragically became entangled in gang life, leading to her untimely death.
For the sake of his friend, Takemichi is determined to alter this dark...
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━────"What? They're gonna break up?"
Naoto's eyes are fixated on Takemichi, who had just arrived from the past back into the future, bringing a bag of possibilities and uncertainties. His expression was a canvas of confusion, the lines of his brow furrowed in deep contemplation. With arms crossed, he leaned against his seat, the weight of newfound knowledge pressing upon him like an unwelcome burden. The air around them seemed to hold its breath, charged with the gravity of the revelation. Naoto's thoughts danced between confusion and bewilderment, grappling with the implications that stretched far beyond the present moment.
"That's bad. If (Y/n) (L/n) is indeed connected to Toman, then losing an eye on her might impact our goal."
Takemichi sat hunched before the glow of Naoto's computer screen, weary eyes tracing the lines of data detailing the notorious Tokyo Manji gang. Beneath those eyes, shadows pooled like ink stains, testament to sleepless nights and relentless days. He had just returned from the past, yet Naoto's relentless demands weighed upon him like a millstone, driving him to absorb volumes of information until his mind teetered on the edge of overload. Each pixel on the screen seemed to pulse with urgency, each detail a thread in the tangled web that his mind couldn't understand. It's like reading a math book.
"Do I really need this to save Tachibana?" Takemichi asked tiredly, eyes focused on the web or information. His mind was too tired to think. "And what's with needing to supervise (L/n)-san? Couldn't her appearance be just a coincidence?"
Naoto's brow furrowed, his expression a canvas of contemplation as he fixed a penetrating gaze upon Takemichi. Lines etched deeper on his face, shadows of concern mingling with the weight of unspoken thoughts.
"If there's one problem with your superpower, it's this! You can only go back in time 12 years from the present day. Also, (L/n) appearance isn't just a coincidence. My sister died from that truck, while (L/n)-san was killed by bullets. It's possible that she's the target there, and my sister was caught in it."
Takemichi cupped his cheek tiredly, "But that's just your theory, right? Besides, I don't know how to travel back to the past in the first place..."
"Return to the day my sister died!" With resolve etched into his every movement, Naoto declared, seemingly oblivious to Takemichi's murmurs. He lifted his hand ever so slightly, fingers curling into a determined fist, his heart tinged with a hint of desperation, as if the weight of the moment rested upon each beat. " If you can stop her from going to the festival, even if it's by force...then she can be saved!"
Upon hearing Naoto's resolute words, Takemichi felt a stirring within him, his weariness lifting as he absorbed the determination radiating from Naoto. Inspired by his unwavering resolve, Takemichi's fatigue seemed to lessen, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and hope.
