GUILT || tokyo rev.

✧ chap_one.

❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄. ❞

⇢《 please, god, let this be a dream... 》⇠

Not even ten minutes ago, L/N Y/N was just about to go to sleep after watching the first episode of Tokyo Revengers, Season 2. They were an anime-only fan, as they didn't enjoy reading mangas as much, but they were pretty excited about watching the series. It was something that they were waiting over a year for, and yet here they were, staring face-to-face with some stranger whom they had never met before.

It was like, wham! One moment you close your eyes, thinking that you're about to get a good night's rest, but then suddenly you're hurling over and puking your guts out.

Crazy, right?

Out of instinct, Y/N shot up and was about to dash out of the room in order to escape the situation, but the unknown male quickly sprung into action— grabbing a hold of their waist, he pulled them back into his chest as he attempted to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Let me go, you fucking kidnapper!" Y/N screeched, using their remaining strength to try and peel themself off of him.

"Senju, what the fuck are you talking about!" The pink-haired man questioned back; a confused expression now morphing into an annoyed one.

"Who are you calling—?" One glance into the bathroom mirror, and all of Y/N's breathing stopped.

That wasn't their face.

No longer struggling inside of his grip, the L/N person gazed into the mirror's reflection, analyzing their appearance. This wasn't them. This wasn't their body, and yet the reflection's appearance was reacting whenever they moved. Whenever they even so blinked.

"This isn't..." Y/N began.

"Senju?" The boy inquired, loosening his restraint on the girl.

Y/N then continued, "Who am I?" They knew their name, of course, but not the name of this body.

Staring back at the boy's expression, they couldn't help but notice how surprised and uncertain he looked. But taking an even closer look, he seemed to share the same face as the body in which Y/N now resided. Except he had two permanently carved scars etched into his face.

"Senju? Akashi Senju. Did you lose brain cells after overdosing?" He retorted, scrunching up his face. He still couldn't believe that she was alive after having just checked her heartbeat— but now that he was holding onto her, she was undoubtedly alive. She was too warm to be dead.

Pursing her lips, Y/N looked back into the mirror to look at the girl. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, and there were dry tears staining her face. She was obviously crying at some point. Piecing the puzzle together, Y/N furrowed her brows, now realizing what kind of situation they were in.

This girl, Akashi Senju, had tried to kill herself, and now L/N Y/N had taken her place. And from the looks of it, the man holding her was a relative of some sort who had walked in on her.

Parting her lips, Y/N then asked their next question, turning to face him once again. By this point, the man was almost fully letting her go. "Who are you?"

"What..?" He breathed, "You really don't remember anything?" Was that even possible? But then again, he was 100% certain that she was dead not even ten minutes ago.

'Senju' nodded, earning a deep scowl from the other.

"Haruchiyo. I'm your older brother. Your other older brother will be home in thirty minutes or so." That was... the first time he had referred to himself as Senju's older brother. It felt weird, but there was no way in hell Haruchiyo was going to let this dumbass not remember him.