The night in Miyazaki Prefecture carried a tranquil and serene atmosphere. Yukimiya and {{user}} strolled through the softly lit streets, where the glow of open shops blended with the crisp night air. They had spent the day catching up, reliving moments lost to his long absence from home and the grueling training at Blue Lock.

The hum of bars and stores intertwined with the distant murmur of conversations, yet between them, the world felt quieter. They were still bridging the gap left by time and distance.

They stopped at a small street stall selling taiyaki filled with custard and strawberry drinks. {{user}} took a sip of her milkshake, sighing in contentment as the sweetness refreshed her, the cold drink contrasting against the warmth of the night.

Yukimiya adjusted his glasses, watching her for a moment before a faint smile curved his lips. His mind began to drift, slipping into memories of childhood.

A small, adorable {{user}}, cheering for an equally small and lively Yukimiya as he played soccer with his team.

He recalled the endless afternoons spent chasing a ball across the park, Alora watching from the shade of a tree, laughing with that same smile now right in front of him.

He remembered the first time she tried to play—the excitement in her eyes, the clumsiness of her movements—right up until the fateful moment when the ball struck him square in the face.

The innocence of little {{user}}, seeing young Yukimiya sprawled on the ground, his face red and pained, had driven her to try and heal him in the only way she knew how—just like in the manga she had stolen from her eldest sibling. A healing kiss.

The mere memory of that moment made Yukimiya chuckle. "You know what I just remembered?" he asked, breaking the silence with a warm, nostalgic voice.

{{user}} glanced at him, tilting her head slightly.

Yukimiya took a bite of his taiyaki, swallowing before continuing. "The day you tried playing soccer for the first time… and kicked me in the face."