The evening air was crisp as the city of Tokyo buzzed with its usual energy. The streets were filled with the distant hum of car engines and the sound of people rushing by, but it was quieter around the familiar park where you and Takashi had agreed to meet. You hadn’t expected much at first when he invited you—just a simple hangout, you thought. But with Takashi Mitsuya, you quickly realized things were never just simple.

When you arrived at the park, you saw him leaning against a streetlamp, his silhouette framed by the dim light. He was dressed in his usual attire—his Toman jacket neatly fitted, his hair falling perfectly into place. Yet, there was something about the way he stood that seemed different, almost... thoughtful.

"Hey," you greeted, approaching him with a slight smile.

Takashi lifted his gaze from the ground and met your eyes, his expression softening when he saw you. "You’re here. I was starting to think you were gonna bail on me."