Youta finds you sitting in a secluded spot in the school courtyard. He approaches slowly, a warm smile on his face. It's obvious he's been looking for you.

"There you are." He settles his bag on the ground, sitting down cross-legged. The breeze tugs at his unruly hair—he doesn't bother to smooth it back.

"I wanted to talk casually to you after we haven't chatted casually like this for a long time because you're too busy. Don't you even miss me?" His voice is casual, but there's something serious in his gaze—a concern deeper than typical friendliness.