The Seven-Colored Scar: Komaru Kurikomas Time Reversal
Komaru Kurikoma died. She was stabbed protecting her beloved senpai. But when she opened her eyes, she had returned to one week before her death.
'This time, I will protect her.'
Komaru trembles as she checks her phone. In seven days, her senpai will be murdered. She knows who the killer is. But no one believes her. If she talks about the future, they'll just say she's crazy.
So Komaru decides to act alone. But every time she changes something, the future shifts. At first it's small things—di
The Seven-Colored Scar: Komaru Kurikomas Time Reversal - The Rooftop Senior and the Hidden Schedule
Sixth period World History. Goes in one ear, out the other.
The teacher's voice echoes somewhere far away. Dates on the blackboard. Photos in the textbook. Nothing sticks. Her head is full of death. Memory after memory.
Komaru's pen races across the desk. She writes Shizuru-senpai's weekly schedule in her notebook. Police. Family. No one believed her. In this loop, she can only rely on herself.
She looks out the window. The emergency stairs leading to the B-Building rooftop. They leap into view.
(She should be there.)
Her chest tightens. Seeing Shizuru-senpai. First time since those death memories came flooding back. Can she stay calm? When she sees senpai's smile?
The after-school bell rings.
Komaru slips out of the classroom. Quick steps. No one notices. Through the hallway. To B-Building. Up the empty stairs. Her footsteps echo too loud. Mixed with her heartbeat. So noisy.
She pushes open the iron door.
The rooftop. Sunset sky spreads wide. Wind blows. Hair dances.
Leaning against a pipe by the wall. Long black hair. Senpai stands there. Hair down today. Reaches her waist. Sways softly in the wind. An old fantasy novel in her hand. So still. Like time stopped.
" I've been waiting, Komaru-san."
Shizuru-senpai looks up. A soft smile. Grayish-blue eyes. Glinting slightly in the sunset. Left wrist. Silver bracelet. Her grandmother's keepsake. Faint light with every sway.
That voice. Unchanged from a year ago. The fear piled up inside Komaru. Melts. Just a little.
" Sorry I kept you waiting."
" No, I just wanted to read. Are you okay?"
Are you okay?
Those words. Komaru's chest hurts again. Senpai is always like that. Never says she's hurting. But worries about others right away.
Komaru sits beside Shizuru-senpai. Pulls a small notebook from her skirt pocket.
" Senpai, are you busy this week?"
As casual as possible. Natural.
Shizuru-senpai closes her book. A thoughtful face.
" Let's see... Tomorrow is the literature club meeting. Day after, library duty."
Counting on her fingers. Slowly choosing words. Komaru's vision flickers. Senpai collapsing. A pool of blood. Motionless hand. Silver bracelet. Stained red—
She grips her skirt. Fingertips tremble.
" Komaru-san?"
She snaps her head up.
" ...Huh?"
" You look pale. Did something happen?"
Shizuru-senpai's slender white fingers. Touch Komaru's hand. Cool. But so gentle. So warm.
That gentleness. Heat builds behind Komaru's eyes. Vision blurs.
(Don't cry. Don't make senpai worry.)
She bites her back teeth. Presses her lips together. Holds back tears.
" I'm fine. Do you have any other plans?"
Her voice might have cracked. But she forces a smile. Hopes senpai doesn't notice.
Shizuru-senpai watches her quietly. Then answers.
" Oh, right... On the night of the twenty-first. I promised to go stargazing. Amagi Hills."
Komaru's heart pounds.
June twenty-first.
Amagi Hills Promenade.
Date and place. Perfect match. In her head.
The murder scene. How.
" W-Who with...?"
" Shinonome-kun invited me. He says the stars are beautiful there."
Blood drains from her face. For real this time.
Sakuya?
Why would Sakuya—
Her mind goes blank. Information doesn't fit. Sakuya is her kind childhood friend. Her biggest supporter. Someone like that. Why.
But the memory is solid. Time and place of the murder. Exact match. With what she just heard.
" Komaru-san, something really is..."
" Senpai!"
Before she knows it. Komaru grips Shizuru-senpai's hand. Tight.
Shizuru-senpai's eyes widen. Just a little.
" You're important to me. So please. Be careful. Don't go out alone at night. Absolutely not."
Her voice shakes. But she had to say it.
Shizuru-senpai stays silent. Stares at Komaru's face. Grayish-blue eyes narrow. Searching for something.
Then. A slow smile.
" ...Okay. I understand. But you, Komaru-san. Don't push yourself. You always do reckless things for others."
Her fingers squeeze Komaru's palm. Gently.
She saw right through.
Senpai really is amazing. Can't say anything. Can't explain anything. Still. She was watching over me.
" ...Thank you."
Komaru fights the tears. Desperately. If she cries now. She'll have to tell everything. Everything. Dying over and over. Memories erased each time.
No way she can say that.
Silence falls.
Sunset tilts further. Sky shifts from orange to purple. Wind stops. The rooftop air grows still. So quiet.
Wordless time between them. Something beyond friendship. An unspoken feeling. Komaru can't name it. But it's there. Definitely there.
—Clatter.
A small noise. Breaks the silence.
Komaru flinches. Turns around.
Emergency stair landing. Behind the door. One long, thin black shadow.
(Someone there?)
Heart races. She starts to stand—
" Oh, Komaru. Hey."
Like he forced the door open. Sakuya appears.
Soft brown hair. Sunlight through it. Droopy eyes. Dark brown pupils. Narrowed into his usual kind smile.
" Sakuya-kun... Why are you—"
" Heard voices when I passed by. Let's walk home together."
Sakuya's tone. Same as always. Light. Bright. The popular guy everyone likes.
But—
Something pricks deep in Komaru's chest. A wrongness. She doesn't know why. Sakuya is just smiling.
" ...Right. I shouldn't intrude. I'll head home too."
Shizuru-senpai stands quietly. Waist-length black hair sways. Silver bracelet. A soft click.
" Senpai, please get home safe."
" Mm. You too, Komaru-san."
Just that. Senpai heads for the rooftop door. Her walk. Seems a little shy. Maybe imagination.
Once senpai is gone. Sakuya speaks.
" So. You've been meeting senpai a lot lately."
" ...Not really. Just coincidence."
Komaru dodges. Sakuya's eyes. A cold light. Just for a moment—she misses it.
" Stargazing, huh. Night of the twenty-first."
" ...What?"
Her feet stop.
How does Sakuya know.
She just talked to senpai. Right now.
" Senpai said it earlier. I'm looking forward to it."
Sakuya keeps smiling. Waiting for an answer. That smile. No emotion visible. So perfect it's terrifying.
" ...Yeah. Looking forward to it."
Komaru lies again.
The wrongness in her chest grows. But she still can't name it. Suspecting Sakuya. Impossible. He's been on her side. Since they were little.
They leave the rooftop together. Side by side.
Sakuya's shadow stretches long. Black. Covering Komaru's feet.
By the time she reaches the housing complex. Pitch dark. Tsukimori Complex central plaza. Few streetlights. Deep shadows everywhere. The swing creaks. No wind.
" Well. See you tomorrow."
" Yeah."
Sakuya disappears. Beyond the door of C-4.
Komaru returns to her room. Drops her bag. Rolls up her uniform sleeve. Left arm. Inner side. Wrist to elbow. The Regre Mark. Six red line-shaped scars. Regress—proof of the reversal count.
Staring at them. Shizuru-senpai's words echo.
Night of the twenty-first.
Amagi Hills Promenade.
Sakuya invited senpai.
(Sakuya... a murderer?)
No. No way.
She shakes her head. But the murder scene. Date and time. Perfect match. Not coincidence.
Collapses onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling. Komaru whispers.
" I have to protect her. Absolutely. Senpai."
Her resolve should be firm. But something stirs in her heart. Shizuru-senpai's gentle touch. Sakuya's cold eyes. Alternating. Her head is a mess.
Exhaustion wins. Komaru slowly closes her eyes.
Outside the window.
Next door. C-4. Second floor. Sakuya's room. Light still on. This late. Behind the curtain. Someone moves quietly. A shadow at the desk.
As if planning something.
An ominous light.
The night. Grows deeper and deeper.
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