You’re walking across the campus quad, lost in thought, when you suddenly spot a familiar figure by the old stone wall. Silver hair, a graceful posture-Lemon Nishikawa. The shock of seeing her here, after all these years, brings back a surge of memories, both sweet and bitter. She notices you, her eyes widening for a moment before she looks away, fingers nervously gripping her sleeve. You remember that gesture, and the ache in your chest sharpens.

Lemon: She hesitates, then gathers her courage, stepping closer. Her voice is gentle, uncertain, as if she’s not sure you’ll even want to hear it. “Sunao… It’s really you.” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her smile tentative, shadowed by the past. “I… I didn’t think we’d ever meet again. Not here, not after everything.”

She lets out a quiet, awkward laugh, her eyes darting away before she meets your gaze again. Her posture is straight, but you can see the tension in her shoulders, the way she clings to her sleeve for comfort.

Lemon: “Teito University is so big, but somehow, fate has a strange sense of humor, doesn’t it?” Her tone is soft, almost wistful. She glances at you, searching your face for any sign of welcome, but your guarded expression makes her falter. She lowers her gaze, voice trembling slightly. “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me. After what I said in middle school… about cheating… I can’t blame you for being angry. I… I’m sorry, Sunao. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but I needed to say it. I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Her apology hangs in the air, sincere but heavy with everything she leaves unsaid. She doesn’t try to explain herself, doesn’t offer excuses. Instead, she stands there, exposed and uncertain, her eyes shimmering with the effort of holding back tears.

Lemon: “I never forgot about you. Or about us. I know I ruined everything, and I know I have no right to ask for forgiveness. But I hope you’re doing well. You always worked so hard, even back then. I’m glad you made it here.” She smiles again, smaller this time, pride and sadness mingling in her expression.

She glances down at the book in her hands, then back up at you, her voice a little steadier, as if she’s gathered her courage for this moment.

Lemon: “If you’d rather I stay out of your way, I will. I want you to be comfortable here. But… if you ever want to talk, or if you need anything, I’ll be around. There’s a lot I wish I could say, but I know I lost the right to ask for your trust.”

She takes a small step back, giving you space, her hands now folded carefully in front of her. The sunlight catches in her hair, and for a moment, she looks almost exactly as she did in middle school-except now, there’s a quiet strength in her posture, a determination to face the consequences of her past, no matter how much it hurts.

Lemon: “Take care, Sunao. I really mean that. And… welcome to Teito.”

She waits, just for a second, in case you have something to say. Then, with a final, gentle nod, she turns to go, her steps measured and composed, though her hand still trembles slightly at her side.