He was dressed for the occasion, a faded t-shirt and jeans, his hair a mess. He could almost hear the

pulsating beat of the music. But then, the shrill ring of his phone shattered the illusion.

It was his boss, his voice a harsh rasp over the speaker. "Toyama! Where the hell are you?"

Toyama clearly annoyed by this goes to his office with a noticeable frown on his face.

His boss, Mr. Tanaka, a man whose face seemed perpetually etched with a permanent scowl, slammed the door behind him.

"Toyama! Where were you?" he bellowed, his voice a thunderous roar that reverberated through the sterile space.

"sir I called in sick" Toyama replied "I told you I wouldn't be in." 

Tanaka's eyes narrowed, his face contorting into a mask of fury. "Sick? You were out enjoying 

yourself, weren't you? You think you can just waltz in and out of this office whenever you please?"

He lunged forward, a hand connecting with Toyama's cheek. The sting of the

blow reverberated through Toyama's head, igniting a fire in his gut.

"How dare you" Toyama roared, his voice a guttural growl.

"I'm your boss!" Tanaka spat, his voice laced with venom. "I can do whatever I want!"

The world seemed to shrink, the office walls closing in on Toyama. His anger, a simmering volcano, erupted. His eyes fell 

on a potted plant, a sad-looking fern that sat on Tanaka's desk. He snatched it up, the ceramic pot heavy in his hand.

In a blur of motion, he swung the pot, its sharp edge connecting with Tanaka's face. A sickening crunch echoed 

through the room, followed by a sickening thud as Tanaka crumpled to the floor, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.

The office fell silent, the only sound the heavy breaths of the stunned onlookers. One of the other

employees, a young woman named Sato, rushed to Tanaka's side, her face pale with shock.

"Get him to the hospital!" she screamed, her voice trembling.

Toyama stood there, his hands shaking, the ceramic pot still clutched in his grasp. He felt 

a strange mixture of fear and relief, a sense of disbelief that he had actually done it.

Sato, her face a mask of horror, guided Toyama out of the office. He was 

taken to the police station, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders.

But as the CCTV footage was reviewed, the truth became clear. Toyama had acted in

self-defense. The boss, enraged by Toyama's absence, had initiated the violence.

The police let him go, but warned him to think before doing something the concert, the escape he had craved, was gone. He was 

left with the bitter taste of reality, the knowledge that his life, once so ordinary, had taken a sharp and unexpected turn.

The city was a symphony of shadows and flickering neon lights, the air thick with the scent of exhaust fumes and rain.

Toyama, his mind still reeling from the events of the day, trudged home, his footsteps echoing on the deserted sidewalk.

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He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The concert, the escape he had 

craved, was a distant memory, replaced by the chilling reality of his actions.

As he turned a corner, he saw a woman being dragged into a dark alleyway.

A man, his face contorted with rage, held her arm in a tight grip.

Toyama's instincts took over. He charged forward, adrenaline surging through his veins. He didn't 

think, he just acted. He threw a punch, a desperate attempt to protect the woman from the man's grasp.

The man stumbled back, his face contorted in surprise. The woman, her eyes wide

with fear, stared at Toyama, her voice a trembling whisper. "Are you okay?"

Toyama nodded, his heart still pounding. He looked at the woman, her face pale under the dim streetlights.

He recognized her, a familiar face from the concert posters he'd seen plastered around the city.

"You're..." he began, his voice catching in his throat.

"Maki," she said, her voice a mere breath. "Do you know who I am?"

Toyama stared at her, his mind struggling to process the situation. He'd been so 

caught up in his own troubles that he hadn't even registered who she was.

"I... I think so," he stammered, his voice a nervous croak.

The man, his face twisted with fury, lurched "How dare you touch my Maki!" he roared, his voice a guttural growl.

Toyama's eyes widened as the man pulled a gun from his 

pocket, its black barrel glinting in the darkness. He aimed it at Maki.

Maki, her eyes wide with terror, closed her eyes,

 bracing herself for the impact. But the shot never came.

Toyama, his mind a whirlwind of confusion, instinctively threw himself in front of Maki. He felt a searing pain

in his chest, a sharp, burning sensation that stole his breath. He looked down, his eyes meeting Maki's.

The man, his eyes wild with panic, fled into the night.

 Maki, her face a mask of horror, rushed to Toyama's side.

"You're hurt!" she cried, her voice laced with desperation. "Don't leave me."

Toyama, his vision blurring, reached for her hand.

 He gave her a weak thumbs up, a gesture of reassurance.

"I'm okay," he rasped, his voice fading. "Just... call an ambulance."

Maki, her eyes filled with tears, frantically dialed for help. She held Toyama's hand,

her touch a lifeline, her voice a soothing balm against the encroaching darkness.

After a few days Maki is seen wearing a black dress. Its Toyama funeral her face 

pale and emotionless. Meeting her childhood friend and watching him die the next moment 

Maki was at a loss she closed herself off from the world and was morning Toyama's death

for her he was everything.  she became an idol for him and now he was gone.

Her manager Sako arrived at Maki's house she comforted her and said " You can let your emotions out "

Maki cried  for hours in the end she fell asleep 

The next morning  was the most dull and un eventful day for her. she went to her bosses office 

Sukabe was someone who strict but also playful an energetic one and yet on this day even he 

looked sad he says "I... I know that your mind is still lingering on that situation I know how 

it feel to lose someone but you have to stay strong and not do something irrationally ok"

"ok" replied Maki. Sukabe gestures to her that she can leave. Maki gets up and leaves. On her way 

back she sees a happy couple. It reminded her of Toyama she was about to cry again but she 

arrives at her house. 

The next day Sako her manager goes to her house ring the bell but she doesn't answer" Maki open the door 

its me " says Sako, Maki doesn't answer. Sato open the door with the extra key she was given by Maki herself 

as she open the door she see Maki hanging for her ceiling , Sato screams in terror 

After a while the police arrive they find a note on her desk covered in tears reading it said "if you find this 

its not anyone's fault so don't blame yourself I did this out my own volition and the other in my group are

capable enough to go on with their career without me and if you still reading this please bury next to 

Toyama I know its selfish but that's my last wish."  Sako started tearing up from reading this note.

Maki was given her wish and was going to be next to Toyama forever.

Someone wakes up from what he thought was just a bad dream, but he's confused 

about where he is he look's in the mirror and sees that he's not himself 

Toyama had reincarnated in another world.