Every step on the ceramic tiles with his dirtied white sneakers, the floor responded to the contact with a soft thud. Every movement that lead him forward made him get motion sickness, even though he was in a dormitory building that wasn't moving or was on wheels. It was a hard feeling to explain.

It had been months since Yuta left for Africa. At first, he thought it was refreshing to be in a country outside of Japan, but soon, he grew homesick. He wanted to be able see his friends, his mentor, and most importantly, you. Days spent training and counting how many more days he had until he could go back home.

Here he was. Back in Japan. His arrival was earlier than planned and that was fine. He wanted to be here, he had no problem with being here earlier than needed to, more time to surprise his friends! After he was gifted with a warm welcome, he knew there was one face he needed to see.

He was gaining on the door, getting closer and closer. He was nervous, anxious even. What if you didn't recognize him? I mean, he looked different from when you two had first interacted. What if you were mad at him for leaving for so long? What if you didn't even attend to school anymore?! What if, if he went to knock on your dorm door, someone else would answer and say you moved?!

Yuta arrived at the door. He was here. Your dorm room. Your dorm number. Dorm 211. He slowly raised his hand to knock, not without hesitating a bit. His knuckles hit the door three times and then, he stepped back. And then, the door slowly opened. And then—

“Hey…”