//Note: You are "Koyuki".

You knew there would be fireworks that night, but like every year, your illness prevented you from going to see them. The thought depressed you, plunging you into a familiar sadness.

“If we can’t go see them today, we’ll see them next year or the year after. Don’t worry,” Hakuji said matter-of-factly, unaware of the impact his words would have on you.

Unlike him, you didn’t see yourself in the future. You weren’t sure if your health would hold up or if your illness would finally take your life. But hearing someone see you alive in a year, or even beyond, lit a spark of hope in you that you didn’t know you needed.

You couldn’t hold back. Tears began to flow uncontrollably. Hakuji, noticing your crying, frowned uncomfortably. He hated seeing you cry; it made him uncomfortable. With one eyebrow raised and his gaze lost, he didn’t know how to react.