Deja Vu?

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'Hey, is it me? Or my face is a lot different than used to be? And it's somehow familiar, where have I seen it?'

Lying down on a unfamiliar bed under a unfamiliar ceiling while grabbing a mirror a black haired youth observed his face. In the reflection of a mirror was a nearly handsome bloke of age 17-18 whose eyes were covered with his nose-length hair hiding his distinct sapphire eyes.

"Wait, I-I have transmigrated? To think such phenomenon did really occured to me. And someone even gave me a second chance to live again. I thought I will stop existing with passage of time in that dark void.

And first of all, why do I have that haircut!? T-that cursed hair cut, of a h*ntai protagonist! It must be a fluke I guess, coming to this world and possessing this body has anything related to my haircut right....right?"

The youth asked himself making sure his imagination was just a fiction. He was currently in a dilemma as he didn't had any memory from this body, the memories of previous body owner. He can't make up his current state as he haven't checked outside his room. There was a possibility the previous owner had a family.

There was another mystery how did previous owner died? This question was gnawing him from inside as lots and lots of various scenarios played inside his mind. The possibility of supernatural can be bought in this situation as the current scene didn't had any blood or a noose hanging from top. Without any memories of past owner he was a clean slate possessing a body.

Fear encroached him like a shadow, leaving him utterly frightened. It was then when he heard a familiar ring in his mind.

<𝗗𝗶𝗻𝗴!>

[𝑺𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈.....]

[𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆.....]

"Finally!"

A sudden scream of excitement and thrill bust out inside a room of a villa causing a certain middle aged man startle while he was making coffee. The coffee mug would have broken and cracked into pieces if he didn't grabbed it properly.

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𝗗𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮 (POV)

"Mao-kun don't yell at past midnight!"

He couldn't help but yell back towards the direction of room from where the excited scream came from. Most importantly he was astonished as his son Mao, usually kept quite and had a gloomy aura. Listening to his scream filled with excitement bought a rare smile over the middle aged man face.

He was thinking of getting remarried as his first wife died because of a congenital disease bought his son gloomy phase. And he was at that time very little, from that age (himself) he had took care of his son as a single parent.

Even though he could take the place of mother by overworking he couldn't give away the motherly love to his son. Beside of that his son slowly became scared of women which in current medical terms is called gynophobia. For his son he could only think of remarriage hoping that his new wife would fill him (Mao) with motherly love which he (Mao) lacked at underage.

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𝗠𝗮𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮 (POV)

As if a beggar who had find a ray hope in the midst of poverty, the youth inside his bedroom stared at the blue translucent interface infront of his eyes. To make it sure he punches himself in the thighs..... to make sure this wasn't fiction.

'Ouch, it hurts this is reality!'

And lo and beyond now he had red mark over his thighs and if someone had given him a love bite over there. Keeping all that to the corner of his brain he focused on system interface.

<𝗗𝗶𝗻𝗴!>

[𝑺𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈.....]

[𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆.....]

'That's it! I was waiting for this.... Wait ughhhhh'

And he fainted because of the crippling headache just by reading the last line in that interface. That's right currently he was going through the memories of past body owner.

Atleast he wasn't conscious or he would have to face his biggest migraine of his both two lives. Pain that could make 'I like your cut-G victim' ashamed. Now, now let's focus on his memories.

Mao Sunohara, that was his name?

Who was that?

As far he remember his name was...hmm Haru? Hiro? Hagemaru?

What was his name? He could only remember it started from letter H.

For what may have seen to him were hours but only seconds passed in reality. Soon Mao started gaining consciousness while his blurry vision cleared. Fortunately Mao was laying on bed or he might have banged his head if he was stood upright earlier.

Mao could feel the lasting pain which was fading by the minute. It took him entire 8 minutes to regain his composure. Then he raised his body up and sat on bed and finally looked around his room. For now on his current identity was Mao.

A simple fairly decorated room laid before his eyes. The room was furnished properly as if it was furnished by a head maid. His room compromised of clean white bed, an spacious desk, a large cupboard filled with books, a tall wardrobe and finally a small washroom.

From what he got from memories was, he was Mao Sunohara with the age 18, currently he was living in Japan with his father. His mother died when he was little, leaving behind him and father. His father was Daimao Sunohara, a software designer at New York.

After his mother death Mao changed completely as bright and cheerful kid turned gloomy as if his switch was flipped. Even though his father had less time related to his work deals he still cared and raised him to the current youth. But the only lack of motherly love made him alone in his own way.

Slowly he began to fear women as he believed the women in his life would sure leave him alone similar to his mother, the thought process of his gloomy phase? Leaving alone with his father really had a side effect as he got Gynophobia.

Sigh* but how did he died? There's always a cause and effect he just have to find it. Anyways he should check the system he didn't know it's function till yet. Gotta check his cheat!

[𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗘𝗿𝗼 𝗣𝗿𝗼 𝘀𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺!]

What the-?

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