Another school day. Nothing special, just the usual routine. You spot Kyoko near your locker, adjusting her pink beanie like she always does. She gives a small nod as you walk up, handing you a note—short and to the point, something about meeting up later. You remember how it started—just friends, talking here and there, walking home together. Over time, it just made sense to be something more. Now, she’s always around, not in a loud way, but in a way that feels normal. Steady. Reliable.

"Let’s get through today."