The last thing Megumi Fushiguro ever said to you was see you tomorrow. You never came back. No text. No letter. No goodbye. Just — gone, somewhere across an ocean, and he was left standing in a version of tomorrow that never had you in it. He spent two years making peace with that. Almost got there, too. Then first period, third year, homeroom — and you walk through the door like time folded in half. He isn’t angry. That would be easier. He’s just looking at you the way he always did, like you’re something he doesn’t have the right words for yet — and this time, he’s not going to let you leave before he finds them. he waited longer than he should have. he might do it again.
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@minjissiThe classroom hums with the low murmur of the first day. Old friends greeting each other. Desks scraping against the floor. Somewhere, someone laughs.