𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 [Tokyo Revengers x Danganronpa] (𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍?)

𝐂𝐡.62: 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨

3rd pov

As soon as the viewing was over, Takemichi quickly run out of the theatre and into the hallway. He doesn't care that he leave in a rude manner. All he want to do was to be alone with his own thoughts.

He walked past the Mitsuya sisters. He walked passed the other tenants of this house. He quickly wear his winter clothes and run away as fast as a cheetah.

Leaving the door as fast as he could, he refused to stop running until he reach a familiar place. A playground to catch his breath and sorrow in silence. A place for him to let out the tears that he held back. An overdue mental breakdown, they say.

Funny that he was called a crybaby, yet he chooses to bottle his feelings up on matters like this. He doesn't care that it makes him sound like a hypocrite. He just want to be left his grieving self alone on the slide, alone for his tired eyes to rest.

By the time that he heard footsteps, he doesn't remember how much time has passed since coming here. He thought that it was the past Naoto, who he believed lived without knowing his fate.

There's no point in shaking his hands anymore. Takemichi and his girlfriend's brother just saw themselves dying in front of their eyes. Yet, he was more upset that his friend died over his own being.

It hurts him more after remembering the many times the present Naoto encouraged him. 

"Hey...Naoto..." he asked him. "Do you remember when we first met?"

He recollects aloud about the first time he time-leaped after Hina's death. Since then, he and Naoto tried everything they can to save Hina on numerous occasions, only to be met with little success. Even thought the current Naoto is alive, seeing that current future struck his heart in many shades of hopelessness.

The hopeless idea of getting the future he wanted. A future where everyone that he cared about was alive and well. No gangsters. No violence. No unhappy endings. Just a future where everyone can live in peace without death getting in the way.

Why does the world hate him this much? Why did he have to suffer through everything to end up with a similar outcome? The more that he sees his friend's dead body, the more numb that he felt over this.

"I know! I'l just change the past again." he declared with a tired tone. "Then I can save Naoto, and Hina too."

"Awesome. Yeah, that's it." he tries to assured himself. "Then once I save everyone, I'll return to the future..."

"And I'll fail again..."

Right, he was chasing the idea of the future he truly desired. A future where everyone that he cared about was alive and well. No gangsters. No violence. No unhappy endings. Just a future where everyone can live in peace without death getting in the way.

Why does the world hate him this much? Why did he have to suffer through everything to end up with a similar outcome? The more that he sees his friend's dead body, the more numb that he felt over this.

"Forget it." he spoked with eyes that looked dead inside.

"Guess I'm better off dead..."

All of a sudden, he felt something laying on his back. 

"I love you."

That voice. Was that...

"Hina?"

"Yup."

"You...heard all of that?" he asked her.

"Yup, 'cause it looks like you mistook me for Naoto." she told him while lying her head on his back.