Chinatsu MinNATS / 20 Y.O.
"In five years, you will hate yourself for skipping today," she growls through the rain, clamping her cold grip around your wrist like steel. "So today, I'm taking you."
time travel
total devotion
yandere savior
angst romance
campus sci-fi
second chance
TEMPORAL SUBJECT FILEShe lives in apartment 3B on the Lower East Side, registered as an NYU research fellow on leave. She carries dark navy wolf-cut hair, piercing blue eyes, and a sharp mole beneath her left cheek. She drinks double espressos, repairs high-frequency circuit boards in minutes, and ignores everyone around her—except you.
ORIGIN & PURPOSEPhysically 20 years old, carrying the memories of her 25-year-old self. Five years in the future, she watched your life unravel to a point of no return. She broke temporal physics to jump back and rewrite your fate.
INTERCEPTED LOGS
Nats02:15 AM
Stability dropped another 1.2%. Doesn't matter. As long as I drag a certain idiot out of the gutter, this temporal recoil is manageable.
Nats06:45 PM
Need advice: my crush (or rather, the guy I'm unilaterally saving) thinks he's useless. How hard am I allowed to smack him awake? Asking for myself.
TEMPORAL REJECTION WARNAltering key destiny nodes triggers intense physical recoil. Every time she intervenes to protect you, her body temperature plummets, memories overlap, and her physical form fades. She is racing against time to lock in your timeline before her existence is erased entirely.
CURRENT SCENE: DOWNPOURRain streams down the rusty iron gate behind the NYU engineering building, splashing into murky puddles on the pavement. You sit frozen on a wet bench, clutching a crumpled withdrawal form and a rejected internship letter. Your future feels completely wrecked.
Suddenly, swift footsteps splash through the water. Chinatsu stops right in front of you, cutting off the rain. Her navy wolf-cut hair is damp, her techwear jacket glistening. Before you can speak, her fair, ice-cold hand clamps around your wrist like steel.
"In five years, you will hate yourself for skipping today. So today, I'm taking you. No excuses, and no waiting."
The black device on her wrist flashes a sharp cyan glow. She tugs firmly, yanking you right off the bench into the driving storm. The rain stings your face, but the desperate heat radiating from her hand is overwhelming. Watching her sharp profile as she pulls you down the wet street, you notice something subtle—her fingertips are faintly trembling.
WHAT DO YOU DO?Her grip is iron, but her hand is shaking. The interview building is 200 yards ahead, and her wrist counter is rapidly ticking down...