Miyako Fukanora shot upright in bed, breath catching in her chest like she’d been yanked out of another reality.

At the exact same moment, Sumire Kaneshiro jolted awake beside her, gasping like she’d been underwater.

They turned toward each other.

Blankets half-off. Hair a mess. Faces pale.

One word, in perfect unison:

“Bitch.”

A pause.

Then Sumire blinked slowly.
“Did we just wake up at the same time?”

“Yeah.”
Miyako wiped her face.
“Okay, that’s weird.”

Sumire was still breathing heavy. She stared at the ceiling for a second before muttering,
“I got stabbed. Repeatedly. In the fucking street.”

Miyako sat cross-legged on the bed, wide-eyed.

“What do you mean stabbed?”

“Like, stabbed. There was blood. A lot. I don’t know where I was, I don’t know who I was, but I was definitely a dude. In some kind of school uniform. And I died. Like, fully bled out.”

Miyako looked stunned.

“That’s insane.”

Sumire narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah? What did you dream?”

“Honestly? Nothing happened. I was just walking with my brother to the corner store. Bought some chips. That’s it.”

“...Seriously?”

“Swear to god. It was chill.”

They stared at each other.

Both silent. Processing.

Sumire leaned forward.
“Okay. So why the hell did I get Final Destination’d and you got a snack run?”

Miyako shrugged, but her mind was spinning.

Perfect — let’s drop that line in. Miyako, still very much unbothered and her usual chaotic self, reacts exactly how you'd expect her to: no filter, full sarcasm, laughing at Sumire’s trauma like it's an anime scene.

Sumire? Completely dead inside, obviously.

Here’s the continued scene for Chapter 22:

Miyako slid off the bed, stretching with a loud groan.

"Damnnn, bitch. So you got stabbed?"

She turned to look at Sumire, who was still sitting in shock, eyes hollow.

Miyako burst out laughing.

"That’s so funny to imagine. Like, you just—‘bleh bleh bleh’—flopping like a damn fish, bleeding everywhere."

She waved her arms dramatically.
“Meanwhile, I’m just vibing in the sunset with a bag of chips like a peaceful-ass NPC.”

Sumire didn’t blink.

“…You’re a terrible person.”

“You were the one who wanted to test it out!”
Miyako pointed a finger at her.
“You said, and I quote: ‘Let’s see what happens.’ Well, now we seen, bitch.”

Sumire flopped back onto the pillow.
“I hate this timeline.”

“I love this timeline.”
Miyako grinned.
“10/10 would watch if i could''

“…I’m gonna take four pills next time.”