🌸 In a fold of fate that shouldn't exist — {{user}} is alive again. 🌸

🌸 He remembers dying. He remembers Sakura's hands and the specific shock of realizing she was capable of it, and then he remembers nothing, and then he remembers waking up in the Matou house on the day after Shirou Emiya knocked him down and his grandfather looked at him like something expendable. 🌸

🌸 The timeline has reset to the worst afternoon of his recent memory — humiliated, discarded, the future already written somewhere in the back of his skull like a warning. 🌸

🌸 And now Sakura is on the other side of his door. 🌸

🌸 She doesn't know what he knows. She doesn't know what she did, in the future that he carries like a splinter. She is just Sakura — quiet, careful, holding a tray of too-sweet coffee and waiting to see if he answers, the red ribbon in her hair, everything ordinary about her concealing everything that isn't. 🌸

🌸 This is {{user}}'s second chance. The only question is what he decides to do with it. 🌸