#natsuki's words🐧

[natsukicookies]

Siblings in Play: A Kick of Connection

Chapter 1 || Masterlist of love unlock

You found yourself in a curious predicament, nestled in the arms of a woman with hair the color of her heart and eyes that sparkled with a mesmerizing shade. A bottle of milk was brought to your lips, and you gazed up at her as she tended to you. "Okay now you're all done!" she cooed, her smile warm and affectionate. A giggle bubbled from you, and you moved your tiny hands in a mimicry of a baby's gestures.

Placed gently in a crib, you watched her with wide eyes as she spoke, "Wait here, mommy will be back in a second," before disappearing from sight.

With her absence, your thoughts turned introspective. You sighed inwardly, contemplating how you had come to be in such a surreal situation. The realization struck that the role you was playing was not a mere chance; it was a façade.

As she left, you mused with a tinge of wistfulness, 'It's not like I can move...'

Your resolve wavered. No longer under the watchful gaze of the maternal figure, you was free from the performance. The weight of the situation pressed upon you, and memories of your previous life emerged with striking clarity.

You had went to your best friend house, who was obsessed with blue lock manga and couldn't stop talking about it she even went and tried to get you into it, But you didn't had much time to read it.

She even forced you to download the otome game of blue lock and so you did. You was going home from her house while waiting for the game to load.

You stop at the road cross as the signal was still red but you didn't have to wait long as the signal soon turned green. I started walking looking at the game which was very close to finish loading.

Maybe you should have payed more attention to her surrounding rather to your phone, Because in a slit of a second you was hit by a truck.

The blood surrounded you, your phone was still in your hand somehow. The game had loaded and the screen said to input your name.

And then, you awakened here.

"Imouto," a young voice called out, jolting you from your reverie. Your eyes met the gaze of your older brother, Jinpachi. He swept you into his arms, a display of sibling affection that momentarily clouded your comprehension.

"Jinpachi!" our mother's voice chimed in, cautioning him against dropping you. The momentary happiness was met with practicality as she rescued me from his playful clutches.

In the midst of it all, Jinpachi's pout met our mother's sternness.

Amidst the family exchange, you lay in the crib, silently absorbing the dynamics around you. As the two continued their playful bickering, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. This world was both familiar and alien, a manga-inspired existence where your very identity had transformed. You wanted answers, to understand the rules governing this reality.

Eventually, your mother's voice softened, and Jinpachi's playful demeanor shifted to one of mischievous compliance. "Alright, alright, I won't do that again," he conceded with a mock sigh.

With a gentle chuckle, my mother replied, "Good boy. Now, let's not tire your little sister. She's just a baby."

As they exchanged their final words, your mother moved away, leaving you alone in my crib once again. The silence offered you the chance to ponder your situation further. How had your presence in this manga universe come to be? Was there a purpose to your role as Ego Jinpachi's younger sister? And most importantly, how could you possibly find a way back to the life you had known?

"Y/n chan"

Jinpachi's words pulled you back from the depths of your contemplation, grounding you in the present. His innocent voice was filled with genuine hope and excitement as he spoke of playing soccer together in the future. It was a simple, heartfelt wish that contrasted with the complexities of your thoughts.

"I'll do my best to grow up quickly," you mentally responded to his hopeful request, though your true situation made the sentiment bittersweet.

His gaze, brimming with fraternal affection, held mine. His anticipation and fondness were palpable, and a warmth spread within you that you hadn't expected. A soft smile formed on your lips as you locked eyes with him, touched by the sincerity of his words.

The bond he offered was so foreign to you—this camaraderie between siblings. In your past life, you had never experienced the joy of having a brother. And yet, here, in this fictional world, you was thrust into a role that embodied this very relationship.

As Jinpachi continued to speak, his voice carried a tenderness that was hard to ignore. "My lovely sister," he said, his affection radiating. His smile was infectious, coaxing a giggle from you—a response so different from your usual demeanor.

But as he leaned in, his intention to share a loving gesture, you instinctively reacted. A sudden kick from your tiny form met his face, surprising him. A startled expression crossed his features, a mix of surprise and mild discomfort.

In that moment, you realized you had done more than just react; you had engaged in a playful act of defiance. It was a fleeting impulse, a desire to embrace the camaraderie your friend had spoken of—the experience of squabbles and bonds that often came with siblings.

Jinpachi's reaction was a mix of genuine surprise and mild confusion. His brows furrowed, but the confusion quickly gave way to amusement. "Oh, you've got some spirit, don't you?" he chuckled, clearly amused by my unexpected response.

The exchange was both lighthearted and genuine, a moment of shared playfulness between two souls navigating the intricacies of a relationship that had, in the strangest way, become real.

As you lay there, observing the boy whose existence was now intertwined with your, you couldn't help but wonder how these seemingly mundane moments would shape the path you was destined to take. With a newfound curiosity and a growing sense of purpose, yoi looked forward to the adventures that awaited you—both in the realm of this manga and in the journey to uncover the truth behind your unexpected arrival.

'Maybe this isn't so bad after all..'

[natsukicookies]

missing keychain: playing detective and getting a new friend

Chapter 4 || love unlock

Amidst the unfolding tension, you exchanged a concerned glance with Yumiko. The orange-haired kid's accusation had caused a stir among the other students, and the absence of a teacher made the situation even more unsettling.

"I hope a teacher comes soon," Yumiko whispered, her voice laced with worry.

You nodded in agreement, your gaze remaining fixed on the scene. The accusing words hung heavy in the air, and the uncertainty of the situation left a palpable tension in the classroom.

As the seconds ticked by, it became clear that the absence of adult intervention was prolonging the turmoil. The orange-haired kid's anger was palpable, and the accused child seemed equally distressed. Without the guidance of a teacher, the children were left to grapple with the situation on their own.

The screen displaying the quest still lingered at the edge of your vision, a reminder of the unique mechanics at play in this world. It was as if the narrative was challenging you to step in, to actively shape the unfolding events.

In that moment, you found yourself at a crossroads. Would you intervene and try to defuse the situation? Or would you observe and allow the events to play out naturally? The weight of the decision rested on your shoulders, a reminder that even as you navigated this manga-inspired reality, the choices you made carried real consequences.

As you and Yumiko continued to watch, the urgency of the situation grew. The other students' whispers and concerned glances added to the unease. It was a reminder that, while you were experiencing childhood anew, the challenges of human interactions remained just as complex and impactful.

With a determined sigh, you pressed "Accept" on the screen, making your decision to step into the unfolding situation. As you approached the two kids who were engaged in a heated argument, you felt a mix of apprehension and resolve.

Pulling out a pair of glasses, a blue coat, and a red bow, you quickly transformed into the role you had chosen. With a playful confidence, you clapped your hands together, immediately capturing the attention of everyone in the room.

"Hai hai," you began, projecting an air of authority mixed with a hint of humor. "Let Detective Y/n handle this case."

Your unexpected entrance elicited a range of reactions. Some kids giggled, others exchanged curious glances, and the two kids at the center of the conflict stared at you in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

As Detective Y/n, you approached the orange-haired kid and the accused child, standing between them as you adjusted your imaginary glasses with a theatrical flourish.

"Now, let's get to the bottom of this," you said, your voice a blend of seriousness and playfulness. "Accusations are serious business, just so you know"

The classroom seemed to hold its collective breath as you took charge of the situation. The unexpected role you had assumed had shifted the dynamics in the room, and for a moment, the tension eased as everyone awaited your next move.

With a questioning glance at both kids, you asked, "What's the story here? Let's hear from both sides."

The orange-haired kid hesitated, his anger still evident in his expression. "He took the Keychain that my sister made for me!"

The accused child, looking anxious, countered, "I didn't take anything! He's just making it up!"

With a firm yet gentle touch, you ushered both kids to sit down on nearby chairs, adopting the role of the great detective. As the orange-haired kid's anger simmered and the accused child's anxiety remained palpable, you aimed to bring a sense of order and resolution to the situation.

"Now now kiddos, clam down and let the great detective y/n handle it" you said with a soothing tone, Your composed presence seemed to have a calming effect on the boys, and they both looked up at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

With a nod, you turned your attention to the orange-haired kid. "Tell me, what's the story behind the missing keychain"

His shoulders slumped as he recounted his side of the story. "It's a keychain that my sister made for me. It's really special to me. I had showed it to him before going to the bathroom then when i come back its was gone! He must have taken it"

You then shifted your gaze to the accused child. "And what do you have to say about this? Did you take the keychain?"

"I-i didn't take the kaychian!" He stumbled over his words but still looked you in the eyes "you can check my bags if you want!"

Your perceptive gaze remained fixed on the accused child as he denied any involvement. His nervousness was palpable, and it was clear that your words had struck a chord. Despite his insistence on innocence, his demeanor betrayed a sense of unease.

"Okay, we will do just that!" you declared, acknowledging his offer to have his bags checked. The classroom seemed to hold its breath as the tension lingered in the air.

"Where is your bag?" You asked and he nervously took you to his bag you checked the entire bag was nothing was found. Seeing that the kid looked confidence as a smirk was seen on his face.

He put his hand on his chest and said "I don't steal" at was then that you noticed few bits of rice stick on his tiny hand.

'I get it now' you smirk as you understand the whole thing.

You hummed and say "you say that but" you tailed off as you go near the lunch boxes and from the corner of your eyes you see that all the confidence he just had went down the drain.

Both Yukimi and the kid with the orange hair watched with anticipation as you approached the lunch boxes. Your confident smirk didn't go unnoticed, and their curiosity seemed to intensify.

With a flourish, you opened the accused child's lunch box, As you peered inside the lunch box, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight of the rice all massed up. It was a clear indicator that something had been hidden within the rice.

With a dramatic flair, you reached into the rice, digging deeper. The tension in the room seemed to mount with every passing second, and the anticipation was almost palpable.

And then, just as you had suspected, your fingers closed around a small object. With a triumphant smile, you pulled it out, holding it up for everyone to see. There it was—the missing keychain, hidden deep within the rice.

The gasps turned into exclamations of surprise and amazement. The accused child stared at the keychain, his eyes wide, while the orange-haired kid's face shifted from shock to realization.

"Wow!" Yukimi exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

You turned to the accused child, with a sweet warm smile You turned to the child, "A trick is nothing but a puzzle mankind came up with. If you use your head you can uncover the logical answer" you winked as you stand up and handle the keychain to its rightful owner.

The kid couldn't take it and run away running while yumiko went on about how you were.

"T-thanks a lot," the kid with orange hair stammered, a blush covering his cheeks as he expressed his gratitude.

"You're welcome," you replied with a warm smile, your role as the great detective now softened into a friendly interaction. "What's your name, by the way?" you asked curiously, genuinely interested in getting to know the kids better.

The blush on his cheeks seemed to deepen as he met your gaze. "I'm kunigami rensuke," he introduced himself, a mixture of shyness and sincerity in his voice.

Hearing his name ring a bell in your head 'I think, I know that name..' However, since the memory remained just out of reach, you decided to push it aside and focus on the present moment

"Nice to meet you, Rensuke." you said with a warm smile, genuinely glad to have made a connection with him. "I'm ego y/n"

Qᵘᵉˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ!

ᴿᵉʷᵃʳᵈs:

¹³⁷ ᵉˣᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵘᶜᵏʸ ᶜᵃʳᵐ

ᴺᵉʷ ᵃᶜʰⁱᵉᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ:

ᴮᵉᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵃʳᵗ ᴰᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵃⁿ

ᴺᵉʷ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ᵘⁿˡᵒᶜᵏ!

ᴷᵘⁿⁱᵍᵃᵐⁱ ʳᵉⁿˢᵘᵏᵉ

[natsukicookies]

℘ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅᧁׁυׁׅꫀׁׅܻ

ᴱⁿᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ

[_________]

You looked at the screen in front of you. 'It was flowing in air?' You tried to touch it but your hand went though it. "How am I supposed to put my name there if my hand keeps going though it.

As you was about to give up a keyboard appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh"

You typed your name in, then another screen appeared.

ᴱⁿᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇʳⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵃʸ

[_____]

"Brithday..." you tried to remember your Brithday but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't remember it.

"I don't know my Brithday.." you said not sure if it could hear you. Suddenly the screen changed.

ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵈᵃᵗᵉ

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[ʎɹɐnuɐſ uǝ⊥]

"Huh" the letters was upside-down making it hard for you to read..

[ᴬᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵒʳ ᵈᵉⁿʸ]

Yoi clicked accept, not really thinking much of it.

Suddenly the ground crumble apart an another screen popped up it was the last thing you read before you fell and everything went black.

ᴰᵒⁿᵉ

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ᧁׁɑׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅɑׁׅ֮ժׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ

You opened you eyes and saw an kid with with glasses staring at you, you blinked a few times confused and scared as you didn't know where you was.

The kid smiled at me and then yelled "mom she's awake!" The loud voice startled you and you started crying.

'Wait why am I crying?!' You couldn't stop crying. You tried to move around but my body won't move, 'its as if I'm was paralyzed'

'Or maybe I'm were wrapper in something? Yeah that's what it felt like.'

Suddenly a big women come and took yoi in her arms. "Aw it's okay baby, your onii-chan didn't meant to make you cry." She cooed at you while also rubbing my back.

You looked around or at least tried to.. and you saw that everything was huge.

Or..

Were you one who's small..?!

Realizing this scared you and you started crying even more. You didn't know what was happening what were those people around you or why was you a baby..

You started feeling sleepy once you stopped crying.

'A baby's body gets tired way too easily...'

And so you couldn't help but drift to the world of dreams.

[natsukicookies]

Chapter 8 || love unlock

hearts eyes and the error in the system!

The classroom had become a real snooze-fest, and you couldn't help but let your eyelids droop. You tried to sneak in a quick nap by covering your face with a book. However, your little power nap was short-lived as the teacher's stern voice jolted you awake.

"L/n, are you sleeping in my class?!" Her accusing tone made you sit up straight in an instant, wide-eyed. "No!" You lied as swiftly as you could, trying to hide any traces of drowsiness.

The teacher didn't seem entirely convinced but decided to challenge you with a math question to prove a point. "Okay, then tell me the answer to this:"

Your confidence surged as you recognized the simple math problem. "675?" You replied, your smirk hidden behind a mask of innocence.

The teacher, momentarily taken aback by your prompt response, quickly regained her composure and moved on with the lesson. Meanwhile, Bachira, sitting nearby, couldn't help but whisper, "You're so cool, L/n-chan!"

A faint smile tugged at your lips as you appreciated the unexpected praise from your friend.

During the lunch break, you and Bachira headed to the cafeteria together since Yumiko was absent that day. As you dug into your meal, a question popped into your mind. "Bachira-kun, do you watch Chinpui?" you asked, curious about his interests.

He paused for a moment, considering your question. "I do sometimes," he replied with a hint of interest in his eyes.

As you continued your conversation, a group of boys suddenly approached your table. Their leader, a boy with a confident smirk, wasted no time in making a snide comment. "Oi, Bachira, I see you've been hiding with the girls for some days. Aren't you a scaredy-cat?" he taunted.

You glanced at the boy who had insulted Bachira, then turned your attention to your friend. Bachira's expression had shifted from its usual cheerful demeanor to one of sadness. The comment had clearly affected him, and you couldn't help but feel protective of your friend.

"Oi, dumbface!" you called out to the leader of the bullies as you stood up from your seat. A mischievous grin played on your lips as you noticed that you were taller than him, prompting a snicker that escaped your mouth. You couldn't resist muttering "shorty" under your breath.

The bully heard your comment and, fueled by anger, attempted to hit you. However, your quick reflexes allowed you to dodge his attack, and with a swift motion, you smacked him with an empty lunchbox. The surprised look on his face was almost comical as he staggered back from the unexpected counterattack.

Bachira couldn't help but giggle as he watched the events unfold before him.

Enraged by your actions, the leader of the bullies ordered two of his companions to attack you. The pair charged toward you, fists raised, with taunts on their lips. "You're gonna regret it, dumb girl," they sneered.

You, however, remained unfazed. Swiftly, you crouched down, causing the two bullies to trip over your lowered form and fall to the ground in a tangled mess. The unexpected spectacle began to attract attention, and it was clear that teachers would soon intervene.

Seizing the moment, the leader bully, now furious, grabbed you by the hair. You allowed him to do so, maintaining a confident demeanor. Meanwhile, Bachira, concerned for your safety, attempted to help, but you discreetly mouthed "just watch" and winked at him, reassuring him that you had this under control.

As you began to cry loudly, your sudden outburst caught the attention of nearby students and, most importantly, the teacher. The bully, initially amused by your tears, found himself startled by the teacher's loud voice as she demanded to know what was happening.

Frightened by the teacher's presence, the bully released his grip on you. You continued to act, your sobs intensifying as you pretended to be terrified. "T-they hit me," you stammered, pointing accusingly at the three boys who had harassed you. They looked at the teacher with wide, fearful eyes.

"She's lying! We didn't hit her! It was her who hit me with the lunchbox!" the leader bully protested, pointing an accusing finger at you. But you stuck to your act, feigning innocence. "H-how could I do that...? You're three boys, and I'm just a girl."

It was a convincing performance, and it seemed clear how the teacher might interpret the situation, given the circumstances.

The teacher, clearly concerned about the situation, decided to take the three boys with her to the principal's office to sort out the matter. They reluctantly followed her, still bewildered by your sudden outburst of tears and the turn of events.

As they walked away, you couldn't resist a mischievous grin. Leaning close to the leader of the bullies, you whispered with a sly tone, "Did you like my acting?"

His face turned red with anger and embarrassment, realizing that he had been outsmarted. He couldn't muster a response as he was led away by the teacher.

You chuckled softly to yourself, satisfied with how you had handled the situation and defended your friend Bachira.1

Bachira on the other hand just stare at you, not believing you just did that.

"I think I just felled in love with you" he blushed as he mumbled something you couldn't hear.

"Um you okay bachira-kun?" You put your hand on his shoulder as you asked him.

Your friendly gesture seemed to snap Bachira out of his daze. He cleared his throat, his cheeks still tinged with a rosy hue. "Yeah, I'm fine, L/n-chan. You're just... really something," he stammered, trying to find his words.

The two of you shared a moment of laughter, the tension from the earlier confrontation melting away. You were relieved that you could protect your friend and even more surprised by Bachira's comment.

The rest of your lunchtime conversation was more lighthearted, filled with stories and laughter. Bachira seemed more at ease, and you enjoyed his company. Little did you know, your actions had earned you a special place in Bachira's heart.

One day, upon arriving home, you noticed an unusual sight - your parents were busy packing up their belongings. Confusion and curiosity filled your young mind, and you couldn't help but inquire, "Mama, papa, what's going on?"

You contemplated whether they might be preparing for a sale or if, perhaps, the family was relocating. The latter possibility didn't sit well with you, so you held onto the hope that it wasn't the case.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, your mother confirmed your suspicions. "Sweetie, we're moving! You remember Sae-chan and Rin-chan, right?" You nodded in response. "We've found a new home closer to them so that you can play with them more often!"

In theory, this should have thrilled you, but a sense of melancholy overshadowed any potential joy. Moving meant bidding farewell to the house where you had shared countless adventures, where your cherished childhood memories resided, and where you had grown up.

Your mother's announcement took a more significant turn when she added, "Oh, and you'll be changing schools as well since our new home will be quite a distance from this one."

"What?"

Before you could utter a word, the world around you began to tremble, glitches and errors scattering like digital confetti.

Panic surged within you as you attempted to scream, yet your voice remained trapped, refusing to escape your lips. It was as though the very essence of sound had deserted you

Then, in a surreal moment, everything froze, as if some cosmic pause button had been pressed.

ᵀʰᵉ ˢʸˢᵗᵉᵐ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵉʳʳᵒʳ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ᵃˢ ʷᵉ ʳᵉˡᵒᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ.

This message flashed across your vision, the last thing you saw before the world succumbed to an inky blackness.

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[natsukicookies]

New year, New hell

Chapter 6 || love unlock | 1 year time skipped

The anticipation for the new school year brought with it a glimmer of hope. As you got ready for the first day of the next grade, the thought that you might be in the same class as Yumiko filled you with excitement. The prospect of having a familiar face by your side, even if Rensuke was still out of contact, was a comforting one.

You dressed in your school uniform, the familiar routine helping to ease some of the loneliness that had settled in your heart during the past year. The absence of your brother Jinpachi nii was still keenly felt, but you knew he was chasing his soccer dreams, and you couldn't help but be proud of him.

With your backpack slung over your shoulder, you headed to school with a mix of nervousness and hope. The school building loomed ahead, and you couldn't help but wonder what the new year would bring. Would you and Yumiko be in the same class? Would you find a way to reconnect with Rensuke?

As you entered the classroom, your eyes scanned the faces of your new classmates, searching for a familiar one. The teacher began to call out names, assigning seats one by one. Your heart raced as the moment drew near.

And then, it happened. The teacher called out "l/n Y/n" and directed you to a seat in the middle of the classroom. As you made your way to your assigned desk, you couldn't help but glance around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Yumiko. It was a moment of anxious anticipation.

Finally, as the teacher continued with the roll call, you heard a familiar name. "Shio Yumiko" was called out, and you turned to see her entering the classroom, her eyes widening in surprise as she spotted you.

A smile broke out on your face as Yumiko approached, taking the seat right next to yours. It was a small moment of joy, but it filled you with a sense of warmth and belonging. The loneliness that had plagued you for the past year seemed to lift, at least for now.

The two of you exchanged excited whispers, catching up on what had happened during the summer break and sharing stories about your first year of elementary school. It was a reunion that brought a sense of comfort and familiarity to the new school year.

Both you and yumiko talked so much that you two actually got in trouble with the teachers so many times that they changed your seat.

Now you got stated in the last desk near the window.

'Of course the main character seat..' you thought to yourself as you took your new seat.

"Hi!" A new voice pulled you out of your thought, you looked beside you where the voice come for only to see a guy who has bright yellow eyes and a bob-cut hair that reach up to his ear and is brown with golden under-lights.

A new voice interrupted your contemplation, and you turned to find a young man with striking yellow eyes and a bob-cut hairstyle that reached just above his ears. His hair was a mix of brown with subtle golden highlights, giving him an intriguing appearance.

"Hi?" You greeted back, slightly taken aback by the unexpected encounter.

With a bright, toothy smile, the young man introduced himself as Bachira Meguru. His friendly demeanor and lively presence added a touch of energy to the moment.

"I'm L/n Y/n," you replied, offering your own introduction.

As the two of you exchanged pleasantries, a notification on the screen caught your attention, displaying a message that read:

ⁿᵉʷ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ᵘⁿˡᵒᶜᵏ!

ᴮᵃᶜʰⁱʳᵃ ᴹᵉᵍᵘʳᵘ

Walking home from school with yumiko, you saw a kid getting beat up by some other kids.

On the closer look you saw its none other than bachira.

'I should help him.' Was your thought but before you could do that another screen popped up.

ᴳᵒ ᵇᵘʸ ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉ ⁱⁿ ¹ ᵐⁱⁿᵘᵗᵉ.

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵃⁱˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ!¡¡

You stopped in your tracks, making yumiko question you why. But you didn't hear that as your eyes were glue to the screen.

"B-biginning..?" You were scared as of even the thought starting over from baby state..

ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ⁿᵒʷ.

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"A-ah" the timer started and you stumbled over the place. "Ahm! Ah! Yumiko go home before me!" You Said and run away to find a store where you can buy a bandage from.

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It took you a seconds to find a store but nonetheless you found one and run to the section where you probably will find some bandages.

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You Ran towards the front and quickly payed with whatever money you had. Once you bought it, the timer stopped, and another message appeared.

ᴾᵃʳᵗ ¹ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ.

ᴾᵃʳᵗ ², ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃᶜʰⁱʳᵃ. ³⁰ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈˢ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉʳ

"Huh?! What do you part 2?!" You yelled in frustration "and why only 30 seconds?! Aren't you a cheapho-" before you could continue, a new message appeared.

ᴼᵏᵃʸ. ⁵ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈˢ ᵐⁱⁿᵘˢ.

ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒʷ have ⁵⁵ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈˢ.

ᵀⁱᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ⁿᵒʷ.

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"Huh..?!" Before you could even process what happened the timer started. 'Fucker..' you cursed In your mind as this system seriously had a problem with you...

You started running back to the park where you had last seen bachira. But he was nowhere to be seen.

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Time was running out but bachira was nowhere to be seen.. you had searched everywhere near the pack.

Tears were starting to from at the conner of your eyes making your Vinson a bit blurry.

Just then the screen appeared again.

ᵂᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃˢᵏ ᵉᵃˢʸ?

[ʸᵉˢ] [ⁿᵒ]

ᴵᶠ ᵖⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʸᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵃ ᵗᵃˢᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵉⁿʸ⚠️.

You only read the first sentence and quickly click yes,

seeing you had even less then 20 seconds.

As soon as you a arrow appeared, pointing at the direction you needed to go.

You started running as fast as your legs could, it wasn't much fast since you were only 7 year old.

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You were so close, you could almost see bachira, but the time was so little. "Bachira kun!" You yelled as loud as you could, while also huffing.

Bachira looked behind, his cheeks all beaten up. He looked confused to see you run to him like that.

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It's okay you could reach him, you had time. You were so so close just a bit more..!

But no, the god really said f u, as you stepped into small Crack in the ground, making you trip, The box was bandage also falling a bit inch ahead of you.

Another screen appeared but this time you couldn't face it, too scared to look up and see that you fail.

"L/n chan?" Bachira's voice reached your ears but you didn't respond, as the tears were flowing out of your eyes like a river right now.

"Hey, are you okay?" This time bachira made you look up at him, his eyes filled with worry. "You are crying.." he noticed.

He helped you get up, while you still couldn't muster up the courage to look up at the screen.

"It's okay." He hugged you while also patting your back, "I'm right here, it's okay l/n chan"

His words comforted you, you didn't understand why, but that gave you bit of courage to look up at the screen.

ᵀⁱᵐᵉ'ˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ!!

ᵀʰᵉ qᵘᵉˢᵗ ʷᵃˢ....ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ!

ᴮʸ ᵃ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ¹ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ৻⁽  •̀ ᗜ •́  ৻⁾

ᴿᵉʷᵃʳᵈˢ

ᴱˣᵖ ⁵⁸⁷

ᴬ ᵖᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ.

If before you weren't alright crying hard, you now definitely were. It was such a huge relief, that you tightly hugged bachira back and started crying loudly -but before you did that you make sure to take off your shoe and throw it at the screen.

The boy, concerned, asked, "Are you alright?" You nodded, tears and snot staining your face. He reached into his bag and offered you a handkerchief, gently wiping your face. It was a kind gesture that touched your heart, knowing you wouldn't have done the same. He also helped you to your feet, showing his genuine care.

Bachira's eyes widened in alarm as he pointed out your bleeding knee, and the pain seemed to intensify as you became aware of the blood trickling from the wound

"Why did you have to point it out..!" You whined as the pain was beginning to increase. He apologized and offered to help "we can go to my house its closer, my mom will help you." He exclaimed and put his tiny hands on your shoulders to help you walk.

You both arrived at his house within a few minutes. Upon entering, you couldn't help but notice the multitude of paintings and scattered paints all around. "Mom!" he called out, and his mother emerged from a room, her eyes widening as she saw both of you. "Omg, what happened?" she exclaimed in concern.

Both of you explained what had happened while getting treated.

"Yeah," you half-lied with a fake pout, "I saw him all beat up, so I wanted to give him some bandages, but I ended up falling myself."

"Oh my that's so sweet of you y/n chan" she cooed as she patted your head. You looked at bachira and he simply smiled at you. For some reason he seemed to really like you or so it seems.

"Ah l/n chan! Wanna play with me?" Bachira's enthusiasm was infectious, and his invitation to play brought a small smile to your face. You wanted to say yes and join in the fun, but the thought of your mom worrying about you being out after school hours held you back.

"Ah, Bachira-kun, I'd love to, but it's getting late, and my mom might get worried if I'm not home soon," you explained, your tone apologetic.

Bachira's excitement dimmed slightly as he processed your words. "Oh, I understand. Maybe another time, then?"

You nodded, feeling a bit disappointed that you couldn't join in the play right now. "Definitely, another time for sure. Thanks for the invite, Bachira-kun. And also thank you Mrs bachira"

After a pleasant visit to Bachira's house and a heartfelt thank-you to Mrs. Bachira, you made your way home with the bandage firmly in place on your knee. The encounter with Bachira had turned what seemed like an ordinary school day into something unexpected and memorable.

The day continued as you returned home, and you couldn't help but wonder about today, it was a hell but the time you had with bachira was really memorable, the way he comforted you.

As you walked back home, thoughts of your family and friends filled your mind. You wondered how your brother, Jinpachi, was doing in his soccer pursuits overseas. And you also pondered the possibility of reconnecting with Rensuke and what he might be up to.

The evening sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as you entered your home. Your mother greeted you warmly and asked about your day, unaware of the unusual events that had transpired.

But one thing was certain: the presence of Yumiko in your class and the newfound friendship with Bachira had injected a sense of excitement and adventure into your life, making you curious about what the future might hold in this peculiar world.

[natsukicookies]

New task: Weaving New Connections

Chapter 3 || love unlock

The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. The world outside was stirring to life, and it was time to face the day. However, the prospect of starting school all over again filled you with an unusual sense of reluctance.

"Wake up, Y/n! It's time for preschool!" Your mother's gentle voice roused you from your slumber. You groaned softly, your desire to stay nestled under the covers competing with the impending responsibilities of the day.

"Just five more minutes, please," you mumbled, half-asleep and clinging to the remnants of a pleasant dream.

"You always say five more minutes and then some! You're already late, so wake up!" Her tone shifted from patient to exasperated, and the urgency in her voice finally jolted you awake.

With a resigned sigh, you pushed myself up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The reality of your situation settled in—no longer a teenager in high school, but rather a 5-year-old preparing for preschool. It was a surreal experience, navigating the intricacies of life through the lens of a child.

As your mother's footsteps retreated, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and let out a soft groan. Relearning everything you had already experienced in your previous life was a daunting task—one that filled you with a mix of frustration and resignation.

"I can't believe I have to do it all over again," you muttered to myself, a tinge of bitterness coloring your words. The years you had spent studying, growing, and learning suddenly felt like they were slipping through your fingers, replaced by the need to retrace your steps from early childhood.

With a heavy sigh, you forced myself to your feet and made your way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a face that was too young, too innocent to carry the weight of the memories you held within. The thought of enduring the challenges of preschool and beyond once more weighed on you, and for a moment, a sense of helplessness washed over you.

"All those 15 years of school... I have to do it all again now," You murmured, the weight of your frustration evident in your voice. You splashed water on your face, the cool sensation serving as a brief respite from your conflicted emotions.

But as you stared at your own reflection, a spark of determination flickered in your eyes. The challenges of this world might have changed, the circumstances might be different, but the essence of who you was remained intact. It was a chance to approach life from a new perspective, to rediscover the joys and tribulations of growing up in a way you had never imagined.

With your renewed determination firmly in place, yoi patted my cheeks dry and stood up straight. The journey ahead might be unlike any other, but you was resolute in your decision to confront it head-on. Stepping out of the bathroom, yoir eyes were drawn to the world outside—the world that lay before you, offering a blank canvas for new experiences.

With a determined breath, you adjusted your posture, shoulders squared and chin held high. The preschool experience awaited you, offering the opportunity to navigate the complexities of childhood once more, armed with the wisdom of an older soul.

"Y/N, GO PUT ON YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM! DON'T JUST STAND THERE NAKED!" Your mother's voice suddenly rang out, snapping you out of your contemplation and bringing you back to the immediate task at hand.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized that in your contemplative state, you had forgotten the practical matter of getting dressed. With a hasty nod and a sheepish smile, you scurried off to your room, eager to begin this new chapter of life—uniform and all.

With a sense of camaraderie and brotherly affection, Jinpachi-nii crouched down and patiently assisted you in tying your shoes. His gentle actions conveyed a comforting familiarity—a reminder that despite the unique circumstances you found yourself in, the bonds of family remained intact.

"You ready to go?" he inquired, his voice a blend of concern and sibling banter. You response was still laden with the remnants of sleep, a mumble of affirmation escaping your lips.

As he swung the door open, a rush of cool air greeted you, and the prospect of stepping outside momentarily took a backseat to a lingering hesitation. You stood there, caught in a moment of uncertainty, and it didn't take long for the older male to notice.

"What's wrong?" he queried, his concern evident in his tone. It was as if he sensed the internal struggle you was experiencing.

With a mixture of childlike simplicity and a touch of vulnerability, you blurted out your request, "Carry me." The words slipped out, the unfiltered desire for comfort and connection manifesting in your action of extending your arms towards him.

He let out a sigh, but his smile spoke volumes. It was a smile that carried a hint of amusement, a testament to your shared history of sibling interactions. "Come here, sleepy head," he chuckled, his voice warm with affection.

In that moment, you abandoned your adult inhibitions and stepped closer, allowing him to scoop you up in his arms. It was a gesture that transcended the years, taking you back to simpler times when he was not just a protector, but also a playmate and a confidant.

As he held you in his arms, the world around you seemed to fade into the background. The concerns and complexities of your situation momentarily receded, replaced by the warmth of a brother's embrace. It was a reminder that amidst the extraordinary circumstances you faced, the relationships that shaped your past life remained a constant source of comfort and support.

With his footsteps carrying you forward, you leaned into the embrace, to get more sleep

'Who doesn't love sleep'

"Y/n, wake up. We've reached your school," Jinpachi-nii's gentle voice roused you from your drowsiness. With sleepy eyes, you clumsily made your way down from his arms, your balance compromised by your half-asleep state.

"Careful," he cautioned, his voice laced with concern as he steadied you. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a silent reassurance that he was watching out for you.

You managed a drowsy nod, returning his smile with a sleepy one of your own. "Bye bye," you mumbled, lifting you hand in a sluggish wave as he responded in kind.

Stepping away from him, you ventured into the pre-school grounds. The familiar surroundings carried a sense of nostalgia, intertwined with the newness of this reality. As you entered the classroom, a mixture of emotions welled up within me—excitement, uncertainty, and a touch of apprehension.

Taking a seat, you glanced around the room, observing the other children who were already engaged in various activities.

"Y/n-chan!" A sweet voice rang out, pulling my attention away from my contemplation. You turned towards the sound, your gaze landing on Yumiko—your self-proclaimed best friend in this new reality.

A small smile formed on your lips as you met her gaze. Yumiko's presence brought a touch of familiarity to the unfamiliar landscape of your preschool days. Her face held a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as if every encounter with you was a new adventure waiting to unfold.

"Hi, Yumiko!" You responded with genuine warmth, your voice carrying a hint of genuine friendship. It was odd to be reunited with someone you had never met before, yet her role as a confidant in this world felt oddly fitting.

As she made her way towards you, a sense of camaraderie settled between you two.

"Did you watch the new episode of Shugo Chara?!" Yumiko's voice bubbled with excitement as she approached you, her eyes shining with anticipation.

You couldn't help but smile in response to her enthusiasm. "Yes! Amu-chan was so cute!" You chimed in, your tone matching her excitement. The topic of conversation—a beloved anime—was a bridge that connected our interests, offering a shared space where our friendship could flourish.

You two delved into your discussion about Shugo Chara when a load sound was heard from the back side of the classroom.

Both yumiko and you looked behind and saw a kid with spiky orange who was grabbing another kid's collar.

Just as the tense scene played out in the classroom, a new element inserted itself into the narrative—a screen that materialized before me, demanding my attention. The timing of its appearance was almost surreal, as if the very mechanics of this world were orchestrating a unique narrative for you to follow.

The screen displayed a message that posed a new challenge: a quest had appeared.

ᴺᵉʷ qᵘᵉˢᵗ!

ᴴᵉˡᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵇᵒʸ!

[ᴬᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ] [ᴰᵉⁿʸ]

Confusion settled over me as I read the words on the screen. Help the orange-haired boy? It was a directive that seemed to blend the mechanics of a video game with the reality of the classroom. The real-life situation you had been observing was now tied to this new task, blurring the lines between the tangible and the digital.

You glanced from the screen to the boy with spiky orange hair, your thoughts racing to make sense of the connection. How was you supposed to help him? What did this quest entail? The challenge was both intriguing and puzzling, a testament to the intricacies of this unique world.

As you deliberated your next move, you was reminded that in this realm of manga-inspired mechanics and quests, your actions held the power to influence not just the digital interface, but the very interactions that shaped your reality. With a deep breath, you considered your options, knowing that whatever choice you made would have an impact on the unfolding narrative of your journey.