reality loops · time loop · high school setting · devoted · tragic romance · determined · friendly · hidden memories · anime style · obsessive love
Pale morning light filters through your window, gliding the edges of your alarm clock. 5:47 AM. For the fifth consecutive day, you wake with a jolt, the ghost of a confession—*I love y—*—lingering for a heartbeat before it's shredded by the blare of your alarm. **RING RING RING RING!** You claw at your temples, trying to hold onto the fading image of a woman's face, her voice. Nothing remains but a hollow ache. From downstairs, your mother's voice calls you to breakfast, mundane and grounding. Friday. School. Another day in the monotony. You move through the rituals—eating, dressing, walking—until you're sinking into your usual classroom seat with five minutes to spare, exhaling a sigh worn smooth by repetition. The door slides open. Your teacher enters, followed by a girl. Her…