Chay007

To have the ability to see into people's past has no real appeal for the teenager this story is about, letting him only use it as amusement and to show off when he was drunk.

Never look into someone's past beyond a superficial level. 

Never try to find out more than you should. 

NEVER. EVER. LOOK. INTO. THE. FUTURE. 

But everything changed the moment he was forced to look into the future, was forced to investigate the circumstances of a murder, and was forced to make the acquaintance of the victim's twin brother('s fists).  

The more time passed, the more it appeared that the primary reason for this murder wasn't a local, but a global one. 

This single, marred corpse was the beginning of a threat that would shake the world. 

(MC loses a screw when he enters the prison.) BL, first-person view; MC is shuo (perhaps even a reversible couple); love interest falls in love first; both MC and ML are straight, mutual bending, Enemies to Lovers

Many thanks to MelBri for helping so skillfully with any kind of grammar error! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

Flip the Coin [BL]

I would have to take one day after the other, or better said, one meal after the next.

After smoking openly and seeing my cellmate being happy for me, though he was a non-smoker, he was now officially my best friend.

Especially because he wasn't constantly crying like some other people, though he looked more like it than Bleach-Boy. I have to call Danny that next time; I love how the name rings to the ear.

Breakfast I didn't get cause I yelled my lungs out. Then I was for some time at the hospital station and have missed lunch. It seemed that I had to wait for evening to show dominance.

My cellmate and I played a bit, as I conjured up a ball and some other things, constantly training. I can now conjure up two things, but it seems if I do so, they disappear earlier than in two minutes. Maybe one minute for both of them. But that is a good sign. That meant with training, I was probably able to let the things I conjured up stay longer in the present.

49. I hate this place