Episode2

🌟 Main Character (MC): Akira

Full Name: Akira Itsuki

Age: 17 (after rebirth) / 27 (before death)

Eye Color: Warm amber brown – the kind that glows with kindness but dims when betrayed

Hair: Soft black, a little messy, always falling into his eyes

Height: 5'8" (173 cm)

Build: Lean and slightly slender, with a gentle, unassuming presence

Vibe: The kind of boy who gives more than he gets, always smiling even when he’s hurting inside

Personality:

Akira is the type of person people trust easily. Sweet, patient, and sincere. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up craving love and poured everything he had into people he cared about—especially Mio. He has a tendency to see only the good in others, even when it hurts him. His rebirth shatters that innocence. Now, while still kind at heart, he's sharper. Wiser. Cautious about who he gives his trust to.

Notable Traits:

Always puts others before himself

Deep thinker, but rarely shares his pain

After rebirth, quietly determined to right the wrongs from his past

🔥 Male Lead (ML): Tatsuya Kurobane

Full Name: Tatsuya Kurobane

Age: 18 (at the time of MC’s rebirth) / 28 (at the funeral)

Eye Color: Piercing steel grey – cold at first glance, but silently expressive

Hair: Deep ash-brown, short and always neat; slightly tousled when he's frustrated

Height: 6'0" (183 cm)

Build: Tall, toned, intimidating—like someone you wouldn’t dare cross

Vibe: That one guy who always sat in the back row, spoke only when necessary, but somehow knew everything

Personality:

Tatsuya is misunderstood. Most people saw him as cold, antisocial, and intense. But beneath that stoic exterior, he’s deeply loyal and passionate—especially about Akira. He’s a silent protector, the one who noticed everything but said nothing… until it was too late. After Akira’s death, grief and rage turned him into a storm. But now, with the past reversed, he has a second chance—and this time, he won’t let anyone take Akira away.

Notable Traits:

Protective but subtle about it

Stubborn and fierce when it comes to people he loves

His silence speaks volumes—especially with Akira

...Continuation :...

My eyes opened.

The sun was too bright. My back ached slightly.

I blinked, confused, until I realized—I was lying on my desk.

In classroom 2-B.

My high school classroom.

The chalkboard still had the date: April 3rd.

The same day Mio had transferred in, years ago.

Ten years ago.

My heart pounded.

My fingers trembled.

I looked at them—real. Alive.

Students laughed and chatted around me, unaware.

I looked to the side—and there he was.

Tatsuya, sitting near the window, arms crossed, eyes distant, just like before.

This time…

I won’t ignore you.

I won’t chase the wrong love again.

The classroom buzzed with the easy chatter of spring, but Akira couldn’t hear any of it over the thunder in his chest.

This is real. I’m alive. Ten years ago… again.

Sun-washed dust motes drifted between the rows of desks. Somewhere, a girl squealed about the new transfer student who would arrive later. Akira’s gaze never left the back corner, where Tatsuya Kurobane sat like a dark punctuation mark against the bright morning: arms folded, cheek resting on one fist, steely eyes half-lidded and unreadable.

Akira remembered those eyes filled with tears in a silent funeral hall; he remembered the crack of a gun and the recoil of grief made flesh.

So much pain I never saw.

His fingers tightened around the edge of his desk. He forced himself to breathe.

The Roll Call

“—Itsuki Akira?”

He jolted. “H-Here!”

A ripple of giggles broke out—he’d practically shouted. Heat rushed to his cheeks, but he managed a stiff nod. The homeroom teacher, Mr. Sano, raised an eyebrow and continued down the list.

“—Kurobane Tatsuya?”

A pause.

“Yes,” came the low reply from the window seat. Smooth. Controlled. A voice that could still a room.

Akira watched a few girls glance dreamily at Tatsuya and whisper behind their notebooks. In the first life he’d been vaguely annoyed by that silent attention. Now it struck him how lone-wolf Tatsuya really was: admired but never approached, a constellation everyone looked at yet nobody touched.

I touched nothing, either, Akira thought, guilt throbbing like an old bruise.

But I will, this time.

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