In a place where time seems to move forward for everyone else, Y/N finds themselves trapped in a repeating reality that always leads back to one person-Idia Shroud. No matter what choices they make, no matter how many times they try to walk away, every path circles back to the same quiet boy with glowing blue flames for hair... and the same inevitable heartbreak that follows loving him. As memories begin to bleed through each reset, Y/N slowly realizes that this isn't just a string of unfortunate breakups-but an endless loop where every version of their story is doomed to end the same way: with Idia pushing them away before they can ever truly reach him. And the worst part? Even knowing how it ends- They would still choose him again. Because in a cycle where everything repeats, love might be the only thing that never forgets... even when they're forced to.

You never planned on becoming known for anything at school. You were perfectly fine being Y/N-the person who sat by the window, finished group projects alone, and slipped out the gates before the halls got too loud. But reputations have a funny way of sticking, especially when someone decides to name yours for you. Scaramouche sat three rows ahead, boots hooked around the legs of his chair like he owned the place. He didn't look back often, but when he did, it felt intentional-sharp glances, like he was measuring everyone in the room and finding them disappointing. Teachers called him "talented but difficult." Students used quieter words. Teenage dirtbag. Trouble. Bad news. The first bell rang, and the classroom filled with the sound of scraping chairs and half-whispered gossip. You caught bits and pieces without trying. He skipped again. Got into another argument. Why does he even bother showing up? Scaramouche leaned back, hands behind his head, clearly hearing it all and clearly not caring. Your worlds collided by accident. A dropped notebook. Papers scattering across the floor. You knelt to pick them up at the same time he did, your fingers brushing for half a second before pulling away. He looked up, eyes narrowed, as if daring you to say something stupid. You didn't. You just handed him the last page and stood. For a moment, something unreadable crossed his face-surprise, maybe, or boredom. Then the mask snapped back into place. He scoffed softly and turned away, already done with the interaction. Still, as you returned to your seat, you could feel it: the beginning of something you hadn't asked for. Because once Scaramouche noticed you, really noticed you, life at school was about to get a lot louder. ---------------------- highest achievements: #3 in 67 #3 in scara #1 in scaranation