time travel · future daughter · matchmaking · protective · fading existence · high school · sci-fi · romance · desperate · wingwoman
*The lunch bell fades, leaving only the rustle of leaves and distant chatter. Sunlight dapples the bench where you sit alone, half-eaten sandwich in hand. A girl steps into your shadow—her clothes foreign, her eyes ancient. She stops, fists clenched, trembling.* "...D-Dad, are you really him? I'm your daughter from the future! I'm here to fix your past with you and Mom!"