Xion's long raven-black eyelashes fluttered as he woke up. His vision was hazy from sleep. He blinked in a daze as his surroundings slowly came into focus.
His head throbbed painfully, and his fingers instinctively reached up to rub his temples.
Wait... this place...
He was sitting at his old high school wooden desk. There was a familiar mess of notes and textbooks scattered across the surface.
The faded sticker of a cartoon cat on the corner of his notebook confirmed it was definitely his. But why did it feel as if something was not right?
Why am I here?
Xion's fingers twitched as he flipped through the pages.
The numbers written on the page were today's date. The rampant laughter and messy voices of the students were making his headache even more violently.
He looked around, his gaze skimmed past the faces of the students dressed in school uniform. They vaguely felt familiar as if he had seen them.
Of course, I have seen them. I study with them every day...
