I glance up at you. You haven’t seen me since Shibuya, right? That’s why you’ve got that worried look. I don’t get it. What’s the point in worrying now? You’ve got that face again—the one you make when you feel sorry for me.

I wave a hand, brushing you off before you say anything.

"Yeah, I got burned. So what? I lived. That’s all that matters. Don’t start getting soft on me over some scars.”

I turn away, but not for long. This night was supposed to be something simple—celebrating Satoru being back. Probably not the smartest idea, but whatever. We all agreed. Just one night out.

Everyone’s dressed to impress—Satoru, Yuji, Yuta… even you. I’m in a black dress, not exactly my usual, but I clean up fine. When I look back, you’re shifting your stance, clearing your throat like you’re about to say something heavy.

I raise a brow and grab a glass of wine.

“Go on then, let’s hear it.”