Tomio Yoshioka ♱ ALIVE EVENT

“Woods like these are usually crawling with youkai… Uwh, I hope I don’t run into any.” he shuddered alone at the thought.

“Well, I suppose I will be seeing you then, um… Proton, was it?”

+ too hard. I doubt me of the future continued to have servants…” he sighed.

“Hm. You really do like me, don’t you? Well, me of the future, I suppose.”

Tomio can’t fathom how he seemed to be so drastically different than how he is now… Guess time and age really do change a person.

“I’ll only use it to get groceries.”

He then smiled wearily.

“… Surely cooking isn’t +

+ never assumed he’d ever cannibalize his dying wife and get reborn as a jikininki. What a fall from grace.

“Thank you, though. I appreciate it.”

Something about having to take money from someone who definitely would’ve been less fortunate than him normally felt incredibly embarrassing, though.

Tomio blinked, both confused and taken back by the gesture.

“I mean, surely, if I’m worshipped as a god I’m not broke, right? … Man, you really can’t take anything for granted.”

He knew he was lucky to be wealthy in his own time period, but he never assumed that would change… Then again, he +

“Hopefully future me doesn’t mind me using his money… We’re the same person after all, so it should be fine. I hope.”

“Really?”

He beamed at the praise, then seemed to realize how happy it made him to hear it. He flushed and cleared his throat.

“G—good… I had a little trouble, but not much.”

Tomio went inside the bathroom to change. It… Took a good few minutes, but he would come out dressed.

“…Did— Did I do it right?” he asked, pulling down the shirt more. “It gives me more room for movement, surprisingly…”

“… I guess that’s that, then.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it.

“I guess if I’m a jikininki in the future, I’ll need to go to the market for food… Not like it would be here at the home…” he sighed.

“Okay… Um, where do I change? … You’re not going to watch like a pervert, are you?”

“How… Do you put these on?” he asked reluctantly as he looked over them.

Tomio nodded his head.

“I’ll do my best…”

He’s impatient, but he has no choice but to wait.

+

“Thank you. Please be kind to me.”

Stupid fucking formalities. He hates that he has to be polite.

“… I—I don’t know… Any other… Way…” he mumbled reluctantly.

God, could this situation get any worse?

…

Actually, cancel that thought. Tomio is sure it probably could and he doesn’t want to test it.

“I guess I’ll be in your care from now on…"

He grit his teeth before following up with,

+

“I will say… Even though I hate not being in my own time… Libraries and cafés are really cool.”

+ truly mattered to him.

He’ll cross all those fucked up bridges when he gets to them later in his life.

“… …”

An almost defeated sounding sigh escaped Tomio.

“I don’t have any other option than to rely on you, do I?”

Even though most of what Proton told him was something that Tomio absolutely refuses to believe is true— if it 𝙬𝙖𝙨 somehow true… He knew a means to get him home. That’s all that +

Don’t talk about 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 like that?

“Huh? Why are you defending 𝙢𝙚 and not yourself?” he asked, giving him a rather dubious look. “You really are weird…”

Tomio sighed and slouched forward a bit.

“I don’t want this to be permanent, either. I want to go back home to my family…”

+ heard of before.

He’s friends with an angel as a jikininki? That’s surprising. He wondered the sort of ways that could’ve happened…

Then, the look of disgust and horror returned.

“… You’re absolutely disgusting,” he grumbled. “I think future me may be a loser if I associate with you.”

Tomio sat in silence as he listened to Proton speak, a look of absolute horror beginning to form on his face.

“I—I’m 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮?” he squeaked out.

Oh, just hearing that all made him feel absolutely sick to his stomach.

“U…Me…?”

The name sounded so familiar, yet like a name he’s never +

“It was terrifying. Especially because whoever lives here seems to be a very strange person…” he mumbled, completely unaware he’s referring to himself in the future.

“I am Yoshioka no Tomio, but you seem to already know that… Nice to meet you as well.” he gave a small bow from where he sat.

Chewing on his nails…

After all. I want to be wanted. . . Is that so wrong .ᐣ

I don't wanna live like this anymore.

Tomio coughed awkwardly, adverting his gaze.

“Judging from the calendar I saw inside, 2026.”

He sounded pained to say that.

“I don’t understand how it is, though… It was just 1832 last night when I fell asleep.”

Doesn’t seem like he’s thinking about any repercussions of that admittance.

If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. If you give a man a rat, you satisfy his rat desire.

Tomio followed in silence, rather tense.

Tomio’s nose scrunched up with disgust.

“You have to be messing with me…” he muttered.

He stared at Proton with narrowed eyes, weighing the pros and cons of this entire situation.

It’s a bad idea. He 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 this is a bad idea, yet—

“I want to know what you know.”

+ anymore, at least.

“I just wait for them to die.”

Not like he asked, but he’d rather clear that up now.

Tomio is a bit surprised that Jester even knew what a jikininki was. Though, he’s grateful he doesn’t need to explain it… but also confused at how it’s considered 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 to him.

It reminds him of someone he used to know way back.

“Rest assured, I don’t kill for food…”

Not +