The night felt off. Mr.Nobody moved through a narrow street, his body reacting faster than his thoughts. A punch landed, a shadow fell and another man rushed at him.
But he was already there, already moving. It was too smooth, too precise, like it wasn’t really him. Like sothing else was guiding every step.
"...No..." he muttered under his breath.
The n around him began to blur, their faces losing shape. The streetlights flickered, stretching and bending unnaturally. Sothing was wrong. Very wrong.
One of them lunged at him, and he countered instantly, landing a clean hit. But the mont his fist connected, everything stopped completely. The man froze mid-air, sound vanished, and even the wind disappeared. Mr.Nobody stood still, his eyes scanning the frozen scene.
"...What now...?"
Then he heard it. A familiar voice.
"...Bye bye, Mr.Nobody."
His body stiffened instantly as the world shifted around him.
He was back on the train. The sa mont. Toma stood near the door, holding the rail lightly, wearing that sa faint, sorrowful smile.
"...Bye, Mr.Nobody." This ti, it felt heavier, like sothing was ending.
"No! wait...." he tried to move, but nothing happened.
His body refused to respond. Once again, he could only watch. Then a cold voice cut through everything.
[System Warning] The writers are resetting the user’s world.
"...What?" His thoughts shook. Resetting? "No....wait....what does that an?!"
The world cracked. The train bent unnaturally, like paper being torn apart. Toma’s figure flickered, fading away.
"...Don’t go...." But it was too late. Everything turned white.
Mr.Nobody woke up sharply.
"...Hah...!" His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked around.
He was in his dark room on his bed.
"...A dream...?" he muttered, sitting still for a mont.
"But it didn’t feel like a dream."
"...What the hell was that...?"
His mind replayed everything...the fight, the frozen world, Toma, the ssage "Resetting the user’s world."
"...Writers... is this your doing?" he whispered, his fingers tightening slightly.
"And why... her again...?" Even in a dream, she appeared clearly unforgettable.
"...This is getting weird."
By the ti day ca, the park was quiet. A soft wind moved through the trees as people passed by without noticing anything unusual.
Mr.Nobody sat alone on a bench, just like always, his gaze drifting without purpose. Nothing changed.
Then he noticed her....a girl walking toward him, holding a bright red rose.
"...Huh..." he murmured as a strange thought crossed his mind," Is she... coming to ?"
He straightened slightly." No way, right?"
But she kept walking, getting closer, step by step, heading right toward him.
His chest tightened. For a brief mont, hope flickered. Then she walked past him without even looking back. Mr.Nobody blinked and slowly turned his head.
She stopped in front of another man, smiled and handed him the rose," Here, my love."
The man laughed. "Thanks for your beautiful passion."
They stood together, talking like they belonged in the sa world....a normal scene, one he wasn’t part of. Mr.Nobody looked away, lowering his head slightly.
"...What did I expect...she was going to propose to ?...."
"No way in hell."
A quiet breath left him.
"I’m just an NPC." His fingers tapped lightly against his knee.
"The writers don’t even consider important... not even as a background character."
Silence settled around him. Then a light tap landed on his shoulder. Mr.Nobody slowly turned his head toward back.
"...Huh?" Toma stood there, holding two cone ice creams.
"...Hi," she said.
For a mont, Nobody didn’t react.
Then he said,"...Toma? Are you actually here?"
She smiled. "Yeah."
She held one ice cream toward him."Here one for you."
His hand moved almost automatically as he took it.
"...How did you find ?" he asked.
Toma tilted her head slightly. "Find you? It’s just a coincidence."
Earliar....
Toma had been walking through the park when her eyes casually moved across the benches....then stopped. Then her eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting alone.
"...Wait." She stopped walking. "Isn’t that Mr.Nobody?" She looked again carefully. "...It really is him."
Nearby, an ice cream truck stood under a tree. Toma walked toward it. "Uncle, two cone ice creams please."
Back in the present, Mr.Nobody stared at the ice cream in his hand, still confused. "Can I really... talk like this?"
It didn’t feel real, but she was right there beside him.
"...Hey," Toma said.
He looked at her as she pointed at the ice cream.
"Eat it. It’s lting."
He blinked. "...Oh."
He took a bite. It was cold, sweet, real. Toma watched him, then smiled, and for so reason, that smile hit him harder than anything. His face ward slightly.
"...Why am I...blushing...?" He looked away, embarrassed.
"...You’re strange," he said quietly.
Toma raised an eyebrow. "?"
"...Yeah... but not in a bad way. It’s just that you seem different from the people I know." Mr.Nobody said to her.
She laughed softly. "Well... you’re even stranger, Mr.Nobody."
The wind passed between them, but this ti it didn’t feel distant. For once, he wasn’t just part of the background anymore. He was here, talking with soone who could actually see him. And maybe things were starting to change.....
"Thus, we t again."
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