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personavelvetroomdr2025-01-01 02:32 pm
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[ open ] welcome, dreamer, to the new dream
Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.
Akira, holding onto the train pole with one hand, fishes out his phone. It's that one group chat again, huh...he swipes at it, getting the ghost notifications off his screen. Futaba won't let him leave it, even though like, half the messages are just random blank texts...and she was weird about it...it's part of her software testing, right?
The train rumbles. His phone buzzes. The world settles.
Right. The metal is cold against his left palm; he can feel it through the leather. Futaba likes programming. She does this kind of thing all the time. Isshiki-san isn't here to rein her in. She's on a business trip. Futaba misses her.
Buzz, buzz. Bu--
Missing your parents...Akira can't relate. If anything, his dad, Takuto...nah. Akira loves his dad.
Akira, holding onto the train pole with one hand, fishes out his phone. It's that one group chat again, huh...he swipes at it, getting the ghost notifications off his screen. Futaba won't let him leave it, even though like, half the messages are just random blank texts...and she was weird about it...it's part of her software testing, right?
The train rumbles. His phone buzzes. The world settles.
Right. The metal is cold against his left palm; he can feel it through the leather. Futaba likes programming. She does this kind of thing all the time. Isshiki-san isn't here to rein her in. She's on a business trip. Futaba misses her.
Buzz, buzz. Bu--
Missing your parents...Akira can't relate. If anything, his dad, Takuto...nah. Akira loves his dad.
Hey, dad. I'm on the train right now. Can you imagine a world where everyone who needed one could always get a seat? That's part of your research, right?
Hazy memories of toddling around an academic conference, youngest there by far, researchers taking an interest in such a young kid, and--
Message not sent. Retry?
Huh? Akira taps the retry button.
Nothing happens.
Maybe...the metro has iffy wi-fi connection sometimes, doesn't it? He just needs to get off the train and...
The room is blue. It's so blue. His lone gloved hand, grasping nothing, falls limp by his side.
This...isn't the train station.
2/2
The scene cut to a small, sterile hospital office. Maruki sat beside Morning, pinching the bridge of his nose, wondering how his “basic experiment” had somehow escalated into a literal paternity test. The awkwardness was suffocating, and the amused side-eye from the nurse wasn’t helping.
“Alright, Dr. Maruki,” the doctor said, stepping in with a clipboard. “The results are back.”
Maruki tensed, clasping his hands together in his lap. “Okay... let’s hear it.”
The doctor cleared his throat dramatically, clearly enjoying the theatricality of the moment far too much. “According to the test, you are, without a doubt...”
There was a long silence.