About Aiko Kasumi navigated the crowded streets of Tokyo, her backpack hanging loosely from one shoulder. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and the faint aroma of street food from vendors lining the sidewalks. Neon signs buzzed and flickered, their vibrant colors reflected in the puddles scattered across the pavement. The city hummed with life, but to Aiko, it all felt muted, like she was listening to a distant symphony through a crackling radio.
She tilted her head to the sky, her gaze drawn to the crimson-tinged moon hanging ominously low on the horizon. Its unnatural hue had been the talk of the city, sparking superstitions and theories ranging from meteorological anomalies to ancient prophecies.
"They say life is about finding your purpose," she mused aloud, her voice barely audible above the noise of the city. "But what if your purpose lies in a world you don't even know exists?"
The words lingered in her mind, heavy with the weight of her uncertainty. For as long as she could remember, Aiko had felt out of place, as if the life she was living wasn't truly her own. It wasn't just the monotony of her days or the overwhelming expectations placed upon her; it was something deeper, a gnawing sense of incompleteness that she couldn't explain.
As she passed an alleyway, her steps faltered. A faint whisper drifted from the shadows, a sound so subtle it might have been the wind-or something else entirely. A shiver ran down her spine, and she turned her head, her eyes narrowing as she peered into the darkness.
"Is someone there?" she called out, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound firm.
The alley stretched before her like a maw, its shadows seeming to pulse and shift unnaturally. Just as she was about to dismiss it as her imagination, the air grew cold. A sudden gust of wind whipped past her, carrying with it a metallic tang that made her stomach churn. And then, as if the
Ishigami M/N, the older twin between him and Ishigami Senku.
After having an accident when he was young, his vocal cords were damaged seriously causing him to not speak very much. Since then, he started to learn martial arts for self-defense and also to protect his younger brother.
Except for losing his voice, he has a wonderful life.
But, one day, a mysterious light turned everyone into stone for hundreds, thousands of years. M/N tries to stay conscious by imagining things.
Thousands of years has passed, and he was unpetrified thanks to his younger brother, Ishigami Senku. Will his life turn around and get better? What will happen if he met a specific boy who he think is cute...?
Read more to find out!
~This fic will skip past Senku, Taiju, Yuzuriha and Tsukasa's revival.
~This fic may have a harem.
~There will be cursing in this story.
~There will BL in this story, so if you're not comfortable about it, please kindly leave ^^
~This is my own AU!