Interactive Visual Novel preview (LGBT)

Reverberations of the Past (lgbt)

Intro

Jackson: Maaan, do we really have to?
Alistair: I don't remember asking you to come.
Jackson: As your best friend, I need to be here.
Mania: I second that.

You roll your eyes.

Alistair: I'm just going to check my rank, not declare war.
Jackson: But what for? You're always first.
Alistair: That doesn't mean I always will be.

You finally reach the ranking board and check.

Jackson: Oh fuck!
Alistair: Second... I'm fucking second...
Jackson: Yeah, but still in the top.

He tries to cheer you up, but it doesn't have the desired effect.

Alistair: First, Seth Thomas, class 7-2.
Jackson: Oh, it's the class next to ours; it's the transfer student.

You don't know what comes over you, but you start to head to his classroom. For what? You're not sure, but that doesn't stop you.

[transition]

You reach it and look around. Since you don't know what he looks like, you look at Jackson. You don't even have time to utter a word before he points to the back of the classroom.

Alistair: (Fuck, it'll be hard to find a girlfriend with someone like that at school—handsome and intelligent.)

He has light chocolate skin, stitch braids, a pierced ear, and a beautiful mouth.

Mania: Wow, what a snack.
Alistair: Eat it when I'm out.

You walk toward him with determined steps. Once in front of him, your palm strikes his desk. That startles him, and he looks at you with wide eyes.

Alistair: You may have beaten me today, but don't think it'll always be like that.

He is completely stunned, and the boy beside him snickers.

???: Looks like Alistair finally found someone taller than him to compete with.

Alistair: (What does my height have to do with that?)

Your 140 cm in 7th grade is a touchy subject. You glare at the boy, but he smiles at you.

James: Hi, I'm James, Seth's best friend.
Alistair: (Oh, this one is an insufferable one.)

You hear Seth chuckle, so you look back at him.

Seth: Hey, don't worry, midget, I'm sure you'll get used to being second best.

You bend over and talk inches away from his face with a smirk.

Alistair: (Of course, he has to have beautiful eyes too.)

Alistair: This midget is going to leave you in the dust.

And with that, you get out of the classroom.

[Transition]

Once in the hallway, you take a big breath.

Jackson: I never see you like that.
Alistair: I never see myself like that either.
Jackson: So much for no war declaration.
Mania: A little competition won't hurt you.

And since that day, war starts between you both, taunting, bantering, and competition becomes your daily basis.