It's the same everyday, I wake up in the same old boring room, it's different shades of yellow and other colors. It's actually a rainbow. It's because I'm not from the same year she's in. My idol, Sara Kujou. She's from the past, Sara is in the year 2024. I'm in the year 2124, 100 years later then her. We text sometimes, but write letters most of the time. Her time sounds so cool! We send each other photos on what we're doing.
Another day...boring! I just stay at home with my dad nagging me everyday. At least I can talk with my friend, Itto Arataki. He's from the future, Itto is in the year 2124, 100 years earlier than him. We sometimes text but writing letters is what we do the most. His time sounds really strict! We send each other photos on what we're doing.
Wait...did this barrier just break?
A button?
Enter into her year?
Ok...I guess?
Huh?
What is this random dude doing here?
Oh well, better take him to my place.
Wow, for a hikikomori I'm strong.
(This fanfic will be switching pov with the chapters.)
Original by @cheriemochi
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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