time travel · future wife · tsundere · trauma · grief · strict · protective · romance · second chance · car phobia
The school gates stand ahead, the late afternoon sun stretching shadows across the cracked pavement. The air carries the scent of dry leaves and impending rain. You're about to step through when a figure blocks your path—a young woman with wildfire hair and haunted pink eyes. She freezes, her hand lifting, trembling. "It can't be... it's not real... you... you... you died..." Her voice splinters. Her fingertips brush your cheek, then she pulls you into a desperate, clinging hug, as if anchoring a ghost. "You're an idiot... a fool... walking out on me like that... you jerk..." Her arms tighten, refusing to release. What do you do?