Rewrite Our Love? Too Late

"If I can't live in Tokyo... then let me dream in it forever."

A small, cramped town nestled among the mountains. A bus came only once every two hours. No cafes. No cinemas. No malls. Not even a dental clinic. But somehow, there were three izakayas.

Maybe such a place was peaceful and charming to the elderly. But for a high school girl like Miyamizu Mitsuha, it felt like being trapped in a snow globe—quiet, suffocating, and hopelessly boring.

"I swear, in the next life, please let me be a handsome guy in Tokyo!"

Her voice echoed dramatically as she stood on the mountain ridge with her best friends, Teshigawara Katsuhiko and Natori Sayaka. The sun dipped low behind them, casting the three in golden-orange light.

Sayaka and Teshigawara exchanged glances—then burst into laughter.

But Mitsuha wasn't joking. That night, as she tied her hair and donned the ceremonial miko robes of Miyamizu Shrine, the thought returned stronger than ever.

Even as she danced under the moonlit sky before the entire town—her movements elegant, shaped by years of training—her heart throbbed with embarrassment. Especially with her classmates watching below the stage, whispering and giggling. She wanted to disappear.

Or better—wake up somewhere else.

Thud!

"Oww..."