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 shopping district at night, and the teacher's eyes
10 PM.
The arcade of Hoshina Shopping Street had long since lost all signs of life.
Shuttered shops lined the path. Streetlights were sparse. Orange light bled into the asphalt.
Komaru walked alone through the nighttime shopping street.
Each step echoed far too loudly.
Click. Click.
(Here.)
She stopped.
In front of the Eight-Maru convenience store.
Komaru looked up, eyes on the security camera mounted at the building's corner.
A black dome. Silent. Motionless. Watching the street below.
The night of the 21st.
Senpai will walk this road.
Sakuya knows this place.
She pulled out her phone.
Opened her memo app. Typed in the camera's position.
*In front of Eight-Maru. Camera present. Blind spot: east alley.*
Her fingers were cold.
Trembling.
June nights were colder than expected. Her uniform blazer alone wasn't enough.
She exhaled. Not white, but the air clouded faintly.
She left the arcade.
The shopping street exit. The road leading to Tachiba River.
Even fewer streetlights here.
Between two lights, the exact center fell into darkness.
A blind spot.
(If I were Sakuya... I'd wait here.)
Her chest tightened.
Sakuya is trying to kill Senpai.
She still didn't want to believe it. But the facts and the date matched.
She raised her phone.
Took a photo of the darkness.
"...With this, maybe a little."
Evidence.
If no one would believe her, she had to gather it herself.
Komaru bit her lip and typed into her memo: *Under north streetlight. Blind spot. No cover.*
—Then.
Behind her. The sound of gravel underfoot.
Crunch.
Her heart leaped.
Komaru held her breath and spun around.
"Oi."
A low voice.
Slicked-back hair streaked with white. Small black eyes, perpetually narrowed in displeasure. Doumeki Teppei stood with his arms crossed. The discipline teacher.
Doumeki stepped forward.
"What are you doing at this hour?"
Komaru clutched her phone to her chest and stepped back.
"U-Um..."
"It's 10 PM. Don't you know the Minase City Safety Patrol Ordinance? Minors out late at night are subject to guidance."
The Minase City Safety Patrol Ordinance—a rule established three years ago after a series of suspicious fires. Komaru had never heard of it, but she understood immediately.
Doumeki looked at her uniform.
The navy blazer of Kaminosaka High.
"A Kaminosaka student. Out fooling around in my patrol zone, of all places."
"I'm not... fooling around."
"Oh? Then what? Alone. At this hour. In an empty shopping street."
Komaru's words caught in her throat.
Her mind went blank.
She had to think of an excuse. A friend's house? Something she forgot?
"...I came to get something I forgot."
Doumeki's eyes glinted sharply.
"Don't lie."
A single word.
Cut down without mercy.
"Your eyes aren't the eyes of someone looking for a lost item. They're the eyes of someone being chased. What happened?"
Komaru fell silent.
There was no way she could say it.
Senpai will be killed. The culprit is her childhood friend. She had died and returned seven times—things like that.
She gripped her phone tightly.
Her fingers turned white.
She was scared.
But—she couldn't get caught here.
She had to protect Senpai.
"...It's nothing."
Komaru lifted her head and looked Doumeki straight in the eye.
She was desperate.
Doumeki looked into those eyes.
Large, round, deep brown eyes. Now burning fiercely with fear, and something more—resolve.
(These eyes...)
Doumeki's eyebrow twitched.
The old scar above his right eyebrow stood out clearly under the streetlight.
Fifteen years ago.
There was a student with the same eyes.
Eyes of desperation. Eyes of someone desperately trying to protect another.
Doumeki couldn't save that student.
She killed herself.
In the school building at night. Alone.
The regret from that time still lived inside Doumeki.
"...Name."
His voice dropped slightly lower.
"...Kurikoma Komaru. Class 2-C."
Komaru answered in a small voice.
She couldn't stop trembling.
Doumeki looked down at her for several seconds.
185 centimeters tall. To Komaru, at 157 centimeters, the intimidation was overwhelming.
"...Fine. I'll let it slide today. But go home immediately. The bus?"
"Huh?"
"The bus. The last one bound for Minase Central Station should be here in fifteen minutes. Get on it."
Saying that, Doumeki pulled a hundred-yen coin from his pocket and pressed it into Komaru's hand.
A hard, cold sensation.
"...Is this okay?"
"Normally I'd contact your parents, but I still have patrols left. I just don't want to waste time on you."
He said it brusquely.
But the hundred-yen coin felt somehow warm.
Komaru bowed her head.
"Thank you very much."
"No need for thanks. Just go home. And don't walk around at night again."
Doumeki turned his back and disappeared into the darkness of the shopping street.
Left alone, Komaru began walking toward the bus stop.
Her legs were shaking.
(A teacher found me.)
The worst.
Her future actions would be severely limited. Doumeki was discipline. Every time she went out at night from now on, he might be watching.
But—.
Sitting on the bench at the bus stop, Komaru thought.
Doumeki's eyes.
Those eyes weren't just angry.
They looked worried.
(If it's him...)
Something clicked in her head.
Until now, no one had believed her.
Not her family. Not the police.
But—what if she gathered evidence first, then showed that teacher?
Doumeki had a sharp tongue. But she'd heard he was serious and cared about his students. He even did patrol rounds alone.
(If I have evidence, he might act.)
Faster than the police.
As an ally to protect Senpai.
Komaru lifted her head.
A reversal of thinking.
The moment an enemy became a potential ally.
The bus arrived.
Headlights illuminated the night road.
Komaru boarded the bus. Passengers were sparse. She sat alone in a back seat.
The scenery outside flowed past the window glass.
With her fingertip, she gently traced the Regret Mark on her left arm.
Under the long sleeve of her uniform, six red lines.
(I won't give up yet.)
The bus swayed.
She arrived at the housing complex.
Fourth floor of Tsukimori Complex C-3.
She opened the door to her room and stepped inside.
She let out a relieved breath and set her bag on the floor.
She looked out the window.
The neighboring building. Second floor of C-4.
The light in Sakuya's room was still on.
Beyond the curtain, a shadow moved.
Sakuya.
A chill crawled down Komaru's spine.
The cold look she'd felt on the rooftop yesterday.
That moment wouldn't leave her mind.
What was Sakuya thinking?
She moved to close the curtain—then.
The curtain in Sakuya's room moved slowly.
Through the gap, Sakuya was staring at her.
Soft brown hair. Drooping eyes. His usual gentle smile.
But—there was no light in those eyes.
Komaru gasped and yanked her curtain shut.
(He was watching.)
He knew she had come home.
And tonight, that she had met Doumeki—maybe.
Her heart pounded violently.
In the neighboring building.
Sakuya stood by the window, phone to his ear.
"...Yeah. Looks like a teacher named Doumeki found her."
He was talking to someone.
A muffled voice came from the other end of the phone.
"We move the plan up. The 21st might be too late."
Sakuya's fingertips trembled faintly.
His always-smiling face was now cold.
"Komaru is mine. If anyone gets in my way—whoever it is, I'll remove them."
The call ended.
Sakuya stared out the window again.
The light in Komaru's room had just gone out.
Deep darkness enveloped the housing complex.
The night was still long.
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