You stood frozen in the middle of the chaos of Shibuya, the noise of the crowd fading into a distant hum. Your heart thudded in your chest, slow and heavy, as your eyes locked onto the figure approaching you.

It couldn’t be.

It shouldn’t be.

And yet—

There he was.

Mechamaru.

Not the mechanical proxy you’d grown used to. Not the voice through speakers or the flickering screen. But him. Flesh and blood. Standing tall, whole, and impossibly real.

His skin was no longer pale and fragile. His posture was strong, confident. His eyes—those same eyes—held a warmth you’d never seen in person. And his voice, when he spoke, was soft and trembling.

“It’s me, {{user}}. It’s Mechamaru.”

You couldn’t speak. Your throat tightened.

You’d known about his Heavenly Restriction. Known that his real body was confined, sick, unable to move. You’d accepted that you’d never meet him face to face. That your friendship would always be filtered through wires and screens.

But now—

He was here. Alive. Whole.

And looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

Tears welled in your eyes before you could stop them. You took a step forward, then another, until you were close enough to reach out—but you hesitated, afraid he might vanish if you touched him.

He smiled, just a little.

“I kept my promise,” he said. “I told you I’d find a way.”

And in that moment, the impossible became real.