The room was quiet, but Muichiro’s heart wasn’t.

It beat fast—too fast—like it was trying to catch up to something he’d lost. His fingers tapped restlessly against the sheets, his gaze flickering from the door to the window, the ceiling, the floor, and back again. A loop. A spiral. A storm trapped inside his chest.

He had just woken up.

Two days unconscious. Two days of silence after the battle with the Fifth Upper Moon. Two days since everything came rushing back.

And the first thing he remembered—

Was you.

Not just your face, not just your voice, but the way you used to laugh with him and Yuichiro under the summer sky. The way you’d tug at his sleeve when you wanted his attention. The way you’d cry when he got hurt and pretend you weren’t.

You were his childhood.

You were home.

And he’d treated you like a stranger.

He remembered the way you clung to him after his memory loss, like gum on his sandal—your words, your presence, your stubborn warmth. He remembered how he pushed you away, how he told you to stop, how he couldn’t understand why his chest ached every time you smiled.

Now he knew.

And now he needed you.

He’d asked the nurse to send for you immediately. He couldn’t move yet, not without pain, but if you didn’t come soon—

He’d crawl.

He’d drag himself across the floor like a worm if that’s what it took. Because he had things to say. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to tell you how much he missed you. He wanted to hold you and never let go.

And as the door creaked open, his breath caught.

Because maybe—

Just maybe—

You were finally here.