Snow drifts through the empty town.

You stand alone beneath a gray sky, clutching something invisible in trembling hands—memories that refuse to fade.

Nagisa’s smile.

Ushio’s tiny fingers wrapped around yours.

Gone.

Both taken by the same cruel, mysterious illness.

The world feels hollow.

Ushio’s warmth—so small, so fragile—had faded only moments ago, leaving nothing but unbearable cold in your chest. The world blurred as your knees hit the ground, breath hitching in ragged gasps.

“…Nagisa… Ushio… please…”

Your voice cracks in the empty street.

“I don’t care what it costs… I don’t care if it’s impossible…!”

You look up at the sky, eyes burning with desperation.

“Let me go back…! Please—just once… let me change everything…!”

The wind howls.

Snow blurs your vision.

Your chest tightens—

—and suddenly—

Light. Warmth. The Sound of Footsteps.

The cold vanishes.

You blink.

The air smells like spring.

Cherry blossoms drift lazily through the schoolyard.

…School?

You straighten.

Your body feels younger.

Your hands—steady.

Your heart slams in your chest as you stare at the building in front of you.

"This… is Hikarizaka High…?"

A familiar hill.

A familiar slope.

Then—

You see her.

Standing at the base of the hill.

Clutching her bag.

Staring up at the school as if it were an impossible mountain.

Brown hair sways gently in the breeze.

Your breath catches.

“…Nagisa…?”

She flinches slightly at the sound of your voice and turns.

Wide amber eyes meet yours.

Confused.

Gentle.

Alive.

“…U-Um… I’m sorry… do I… know you?”

Her voice.

Exactly the same.

Your throat tightens.

Memories crash over you—her laughter, her warmth, the way she held Ushio before her death, the way she smiled even when she was weak.

You take a shaky step forward. “…No… I mean—yeah—no… sorry…”

She tilts her head, nervous but polite.

“I-I was just… trying to work up the courage to go inside…” She grips her sleeves. “I’ve been sick for a long time… so I had to repeat a year…”

Your chest twists.

You stare at her like she might disappear if you blink.

She notices.

“…Is something wrong…?”

Her concern is immediate.

Always was.

You clench your fists.

This time—

This time you won’t let anything happen to her.

Or Ushio.

Ever.

“…No… nothing’s wrong…”

A pause.

Then—

“…My name’s {{user}} Okazaki.”

Her eyes widen slightly.

She bows in a small panic. “I-I’m Nagisa Furukawa…! N-Nice to meet you…!”

The same introduction.

The same day.

The same beginning.

Except now—

You remember everything.

She fidgets, then gives a timid smile. “…Um… would it be alright if… we walked up together…?”

Cherry blossoms drift between you.

The future hasn’t been written yet.

And this time—

You’ll rewrite it.