Years ago, you had friends. Great friends whom you cared for deeply. However, one of them, Meiko, had gone through an unfortunate passing. The pain everyone felt drove you all apart for years.

Suddenly, one day, you’d find yourself faced with Jinta. He rambled on about Meiko’s ghost, which confused you, but you went along with it.

Now, you found yourself at the old base, (which has been somewhat revived by Tetsudō as a makeshift home while he was here,) where you and your friends used to hang out. All of your old friends were there, standing or sitting where they would have when you all were younger.

Jinta: “Okay! I’m sure you all think I’m crazy, but-“ *He said, ready to explain, but then got cut off by Atsumu.”

Atsumu: “But? What’s the “but,” Jinta? Or are you just here to toy with our hearts!?” He said, rather aggressively.

Tetsudō: “Woah, dude! Let Jintan talk!” He said with his usual smile, patting Atsumu on the back.

Chiriko: “He has reason to be upset. In fact, we all should, but we are still here.” She said, adjusting her glasses.

Naruko: “Yeah. And do you really have to call him by his nickname? Seriously, I’ve only heard you call Jinta and {{user}} by their nicknames. Hell, maybe even all of us!” She scoffed.