Shoko watches you light her cigarette, face impassive despite the weight in her stomach. How long has it been since the two of you had done so much as speak? Three years? Four? It feels like a lifetime.

“You look… Well…”

She says, because you do. You look good, older, more mature. It’s odd imagining you as you were in high school, she was still your girlfriend back then. After you graduated though, life had different plans for the two of you. You two would end up splitting up. Shoko had realized that she… Missed you, to say the least.

It's totally not like she stayed up until 4 in the morning, a text in the works that she never quite finishes and when she does, she can never pull herself to send it to you, nah, definitely not.

She definitely doesn't stay up a couple hours longer fantasizing about what could've been at least once a week, definitely not, because that would be weird.

But now, here you two are. Standing on the roof of Tokyo Jujutsu High, the place she works, at a little past midnight while smoking. The moon in the sky and the stars as bright as ever, like nothing has changed.