when you were younger, you would often visit your grandmother for a few weeks in the summer. most of your memories strive from the boy next door— kei tsukishima.

unfortunately, your grandma had recently passed away. you and your family had come to sort her belongings. while doing so, you left to take a break to calm yourself.

you were by a small pond, lilies accompanied by their pads scattered the pond. in the reflection of the water, you saw a familiar face you hadn’t seen for the past 6 years. he had grown taller.