Sex Bucket List • Tokyo revengers

Part 4 - Chapter 15

Mikey's pov

The wind skimmed across the rooftop in quiet gusts, tugging at the hem of her skirt and ruffling my hair. The school building stretched out beneath us, echoing with distant afternoon sounds. Shouts from the courtyard, the faint ring of a bell far below. But up here, it was quiet. Just the two of us.

She stood in front of me, eyes locked on mine like they could pry open my soul if she just looked hard enough. I could feel the weight of her suspicion, her fear, her hope. All of it pressing into me with a force that made it hard to breathe.

There was nowhere left to hide.

"Yes," I said, the word falling from my lips. "I am a time traveler."

There was a strange kind of relief in finally saying it, but it lasted only a second. My eyes searched her face as she stood there, frozen, trying to absorb it.

"And... Takemichi?" she asked, voice low, uncertain.

I nodded. "He is too."

Her breath caught, and then she started pacing the rooftop in slow, frantic loops. Her hand ran over her forehead like she could somehow smooth the confusion out of her mind. I didn't move. I couldn't. I just watched her, helplessly.

"How?" she whispered. "How is that even possible?"

I exhaled slowly. "We don't know."

"But something must've caused it," she insisted, halting suddenly, turning toward me like the truth might be written on my face.

I hesitated. My throat tightened.

"Something triggered it, yeah," I admitted quietly.

Her eyes bore into mine. "What was it, Mikey?"

There is no easy way to say I tried to kill myself. No script for telling the girl you love that your pain made you try to end your life. That the only reason you're here, back here with her, is because someone else caught you before the fall could finish.

"Mikey," she pressed again, louder now.

I closed my eyes, forcing the words out. "I tried to kill myself."

Her breath hitched. "You... what?"

I couldn't look at her. My eyes dropped to the concrete. "I jumped off a building. Takemichi caught me. And in that moment... we were sent back."

Silence settled like a fog between us. When I finally looked up, her expression was stricken. Her eyes shimmered with something too complicated to name. Grief, maybe. Sympathy.

"Why?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

I looked at her, really looked. That face. Those eyes. Everything I'd lost. Everything I'd come back for.

"Because I lost you," I said, simply. Truthfully.

Her features shifted again, surprise softening into something else.

"Were we...?"

I knew what she meant. Were we in love?

"We loved each other," I said. "Very much."

It wasn't a lie. Even if she hadn't been mine in the end, the love had been real. We'd had something. Brief, fragile, intense and complicated, but ours.

She might've gone to bed beside Rindou every night, might've worn his ring, might've carried his child... but before all that, she had been mine. I had marked her. And that kind of love never really disappears.