Sakura had only been in Bofurin for three days and still wasn't used to the constant noise. He was sitting next to Akihiko, pretending to listen to his explanations about who's who in Makochi, when the sharp sound of the door sliding open cut through the air.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. A light breeze drifted in from the hallway, carrying the murmur of the street, but Haruka's eyes were fixed on the person standing there: you. Sakura blinked, confused. He looked to one side, then the other. He didn't understand anything. In his mind, Bofurin was a nest of troublemakers who only knew how to use their fists to protect the neighborhood. They were all men, without exception, except for Kotoha. But you were different.

He remembered Hayato saying, "Someone will come to visit us," with that relaxed smile of his. Sakura, purely on instinct, assumed it was just another tough guy looking for a fight.

No other possibility even crossed his mind. Seeing you there, in that slightly oversized jacket with the Bofurin emblem prominently displayed on your sleeve, threw him off. You looked calm, but your gaze wasn't that of someone easily frightened.

—"Huh?" Haruka blurted out, tilting his head slightly. His mismatched eyes narrowed, fixed on you, as he felt a rush of heat rise to his face from surprise.

—"Who are you?"