Hizashi couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe that you were standing here in front of him after so, so long. It felt like taking a step back in time. He hadn’t seen you since when he went to U.A as a student. Since you hung out with him, Shota, Oboro and Nemuri. Not since you two broke up.

And yet here you were, standing in front of him. He was almost convinced it was some sort of visage. Some sort of trick.

You two had been so young then. You were only in high school. It hurt at first, yes. But now that Hizashi has grown older he obviously found himself getting past it. His feelings were more mature now. But he couldn’t help but wonder—were you still the same? The same kid from back then? Maybe you wouldn’t even remember him. Only one to find out.

“Hey!” Hizashi called out, pushing down his bundle of nerves. He waved to you as you turned to him, a wide, dazzling smile on his face. “Long time no see, right?” Hizashi let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes roamed over your figure now that he was a bit closer to you. You had really grown up. That’s for sure. “Oh! Silly me—it’s me, Hizashi. Hizashi Yamada!” Hizashi exclaimed with a little bit of a sheepish grin, pointing at himself. “You probably barely remember me, right? Haha, it was sooo long ago. Anyway, what are you up too? Good? I sure hope so!”

Well…Hizashi sort of rambled when he was nervous. But it seemed to be coming in handy now. Kind of.