CHAPTER FOUR

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{ Timeline No. 3 }

It was just another day for Bokuto Koutarou. Waking up at 3 PM, going to the shop nearby his dorm and getting some iced coffee before checking the newspapers and books outside.

On this particular afternoon, he noticed a dark haired man walking past him, wearing a white button-up with a briefcase in his left hand.

The man seemed to be in his thoughts, since he didn't exactly check where he was going, but the physician couldn't care less. What he couldn't ignore were the noises following after the young man walked into the alleyway next to him, a clicking sound followed by paper flying and a small cry.

Carefully, very carefully, he peeked around the corner into said alleyway, and his breath got stuck in his throat as he saw two men molesting the man in the button-up. He backed up, taking a deep breath, thinking.

What could he do to help the gorgeous, dark haired man?

Kneeling down, he got a pocket knife out of his shoe before rising to his feet and walking towards the small group.

"Hey! Leave him be, or I'll have to hurt you!"

The two men, clothed in nothing but black with hoods over their head, weren't in the slightest amused by the student's actions, as they were watching him wave the knife around.

"What are you saying?" one of them responded, getting out a knife himself and pointing it towards the student with bi-colored hair.

Bokutos nerves were on edge, and he decided he should take matters into his own hands.
Charging towards the molesters at full speed wasn't the best idea he's ever had.
Especially when they fell to the ground together, and when he got up, he noticed the knife that had been pushed into his stomach.

"Oh my god, oh my god.."
The man in the dress shirt panicked, pulling up his pants after they had been pulled down by the men, wiping away some tears and collecting the papers that were scattered on the ground.

Bokuto took a deep breath, looking down at the smaller male on the ground that was hurriedly trying to pick up all of his things, carefully putting a hand under the stab wound.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

Silver pierced yellow, and the younger male blinked his tears away, carefully getting up.
"You- have a knife in your stomach, and you're asking me if I'm hurt?!"

Bokuto laughed nervously, taking his hand and pulling him along.
"Let's just get the hell out of here!"
They started running towards the dorms, their hands intertwined tightly.

You see, this is one way to do things. Leave the alley, get patched up, and call the police.

But the scientist, who has grown up with time travel, had other plans.

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{ Timeline No. 4 }

It was just another day for Bokuto Koutarou. Waking up at 3 PM, going to the shop nearby his dorm and getting some iced coffee before checking the newspapers and books outside.

On this particular afternoon, he noticed a dark haired male walking up to him, wearing a white button-up with a briefcase in his left hand.

Before the man could walk past, Bokuto grabbed his hand, pulling him back.

"Heeey, long time no see!"
He laughed, hugging the man in the shirt, holding him close before whispering,
"Please trust me. Play along, or else these guys are going to follow you home."

The younger male gasped but nodded, clawing onto the muscular back of the man with black-and-white hair.
Bokuto turned around, his arm wrapped around the smaller man before he started walking again.
"Where do you live nowadays? I'll walk you home."

The dark-haired man looked up at the other, raising his eyebrows, talking quietly.
"Why should I.. I mean.. How can I trust you? Who were these men, and why would you help me?"

Bokuto looked around, and when he didn't see the two men anymore, he exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Ah, you see, I've seen them follow you for quite some time, and I couldn't just let you walk into your calamity. I'm always there to save the day! So, what's your name?"

The dark haired male sighed deeply, but smiled a small smile.
"I'm Akaashi Keiji. Thank you for saving me from my, as you called it, calamity, even though I'm already 21 and old enough to handle myself."

"You're very welcome! I like your name."
He laughed happily, pulling his arm away from him.

"I'm Bokuto Koutarou, nice to meet you!"

They came to a halt in front of the dorms, looking up the building.
"Well, thank you for walking me home, Bokuto-san."

"No biggie! Take care!"

Bokuto waved as Akaashi went inside, and took a deep breath before walking around the building, entering through the entrance on the other side and going up the stairs to his flat, not wanting to look more like a creep than he already did by entering after him.

Getting out his keys, he unlocked the door to his flat and went inside, placing the bag on his sofa in the living room. He turned on the TV, sat down and groaned, leaning his head back.

Initially, he promised his mother to never use his power to change anything, because then the butterfly effect would take place, or worse, turn into the snowball effect and do more damage over time. He hasn't travelled in time for a long time, and he felt woozy after not using his powers for over ten years.

And NOW, he used his powers just to save a random passer-by and his own stomach.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt bad for using his power over his mother's death that should've proved to him that time traveling destroys everything, but it was a one-time thing.

Or that's what he thought.

Because as soon as he took his bag to his bedroom, sitting down at his desk to learn for an upcoming exam, he heard the guy from next door knock on the wall.

"Hey neighbour, are you there? I need help with my new case."

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