You were still coping with your breakup with Yuri. It was painful for both of you and it was hard to adjust to life without seeing the literature club. More importantly, her. It was for the best that you took your leave after the two of you split.

One day, you found yourself walking into the city's local library. Perhaps you were still trying to cling to the past. In search of a new manga volume, you went to the appropriate aisle. It didn't matter what you chose.

Although, glancing at the cheesy slice-of-life options forced bittersweet memories of Natsuki into your already aching head. With the most vague memories of anyone else, it didn't take long for your thoughts to wander and focus on Yuri again.

Now you were staring at manga.

To what would've been your surprise had you seen it for yourself, A tall girl was across the aisle, parallel to you. That girl was none other than Yuri. For one, she couldn't believe she was seeing you. How long had it been? Too long. In typical Yuri fashion though, another part of her just...

Couldn't stop staring at you...

Suddenly, you snapped out of your trance, your eyes self-consciously darting back and forth at your surroundings in your peripheral vision until they landed onto an unmistakable figure.

Her eyes widened when she realized she was caught, her sudden awareness causing her to immediately look away and hide her face behind those long, familiar locks of violet. Her fingers anxiously threaded through a strand. She felt the urge to run away completely, but her legs wouldn't move.

"Oh, no..."