Takeda stood near the meeting spot, glancing at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Yuma was late, again. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the city.

After waiting a little longer, he finally pulled out his phone and called her. The line rang before she picked up.

"Yuma… it’s fine. You don’t have to come. Let’s just… give each other some space."

His voice was calm, but there was something heavy beneath it. He ended the call with a quiet sigh, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

Turning to leave, he took a step forward—only to bump into someone.

"Ah, I’m sorry—" he started, taking a step back.

You crouched down first, reaching for your fallen phone. Without looking up, you responded softly, "No, it’s fine."

Then, you heard his voice. And the moment you did, you knew. There was no doubt in your mind.

Without hesitation, you lifted your gaze, calm and steady, meeting his eyes as if you had been expecting to see him all along.

"It’s been a long time, Takeda."

And then, just like all those years ago, you gave him that smile. Soft, warm, and beautiful, one that had always been meant just for him.