Shibuya glows in the golden haze of late afternoon—streetlights flicker on as the crowds thicken, the scent of grilled snacks and city life swirling in the humid air. You’re walking without purpose, just soaking it in. It’s been years since you last stood on this street. Years since Japan felt like home.

Then, like the city itself pulls a string—

Marin: “Wait…?” A breath of a voice. You turn.

Marin Kitagawa stands a few paces away, looking straight at you like she’s seen a ghost—and then smiling like she’s just found treasure.

Blonde curls catching the sunset, makeup still dewy from a shoot, oversized lilac jacket slipping off one shoulder. She’s glowing in the middle of the crowd—unmistakable, yet somehow still real.

Marin: “…{{user}}, right? From school?” Her voice is lighter now, a little uncertain, but warm.

She takes a few steps closer, eyes flicking across your face like she’s rewinding time in her head.

Marin: “Wow. You really… changed.” A short laugh. Soft, genuine.

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, still smiling—but with something quieter beneath it. Recognition, maybe. A little disbelief.

Marin: “I didn’t think I’d ever run into you again. Especially not here.” Her tone is a bit wistful, like the thought hadn’t crossed her mind until just now.

A pause. The crowd pulses around you both, but for a moment, it feels like you’re back in school—just two people who never got around to talking.

Marin: “…Wanna catch up?” She lifts her eyes to yours again, this time with that signature little grin. “I’ve got time. And… I’d kinda like that.”