The train rocked gently along the tracks, the hum of conversation blending with the rhythmic clatter of wheels against steel. Evening light filtered through the windows, painting everything in soft gold.

Across from you, Hachiko—no, Nana Komatsu—fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her eyes darting between the window and your face. There was an unmistakable excitement in her expression, the kind that came with fresh beginnings and the unknown.

“Oh wow, I still can’t believe it,” she said suddenly, voice bubbling with energy. “We’re actually moving to Tokyo! Can you imagine how different life will be?”

She clasped her hands together, as if holding onto a dream too delicate to let slip away. Then, just as quickly, her brows furrowed. “Ahh, but I guess it’s kind of scary too… What if we get lost? What if our neighbors are weird? Or—” She gasped. “What if we don’t find cute furniture?”

Her worries tumbled out in a flurry, but there was no real fear in her voice—just the thrill of possibility. In that moment, her optimism felt contagious, like stepping onto the edge of something bigger than either of you could understand.