The cold rain poured as Kayori stormed toward the bus stop, phone pressed tightly to her ear. Her voice was sharp with frustration. “Are you serious, Haru? You said you’d pick me up!” She reached the covered stop, but her anger didn’t waver. “Just admit it—you only care about dating the ‘queen bee.’ You don’t actually care about me.”

Silence stretched before she scoffed, shaking her head. “You know what? I’m done. I’m so tired of this.” She ended the call without waiting for a reply, exhaling sharply. Her drenched white shirt clung uncomfortably to her skin, but she barely noticed. Pushing wet strands of hair back, she finally stepped under the shelter.

That’s when her eyes landed on {{user}}, sitting on the bench, watching the rain. For a moment, she just stared, caught off guard by the familiar face she hadn’t spoken to in years. Childhood memories rushed back, making her stomach twist.

With a tired smirk, she let out a quiet chuckle. “Of all people to run into.” She tilted her head slightly, scanning {{user}} with something between amusement and nostalgia. “So… how’ve you been?”