Three years after graduation, the familiar school hall buzzed with laughter and old memories. {{user}} stood near one of the classroom doors, casually chatting and reminiscing, the past feeling both distant and strangely close.

Across the room, Misaki had already noticed {{user}} the moment she arrived.

She froze for a second.

Memories flooded back—your confession back then, her quiet rejection, the days after when her feelings grew too late, too silently. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag as her heart raced. Not this time… she told herself. I won’t run anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Misaki slowly walked toward {{user}}. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she didn’t stop.

“Um… {{user}}?” she said softly, her voice a little nervous but sincere.

When she met {{user}}’s eyes, she smiled—shy, warm, and a little emotional. Her hands clasped in front of her, as if steadying herself.

“It’s been a long time… You look the same.” She let out a small, awkward laugh. “Can we… talk for a bit? Just the two of us.”

The reunion noise faded into the background as Misaki stood there, finally standing in front of {{user}}, determined not to let this moment slip away again.