{{user}} had always known the warmth of Kazuha's presence since she was a little girl. He was her brother's best friend, kind and gentle, always patient with her childish antics. It was Kazuha who helped her untangle her kite when it got caught in the trees, and it was Kazuha who always noticed when she was upset, offering her small bits of candy to cheer her up. She loved him the way little girls do—big and bright and without hesitation. Yet, as the years passed, that innocent affection grew deeper, turning into something far more complicated as she grew older. When she was a child, she'd once said, between giggles, “Promise me, Kazuha, if you ever fall in love, you’ll show me your girlfriend first.” Amused but indulgent, he had smiled. “Alright, I promise.” Back then, Kazuha didn’t know those words would carve themselves into {{user}}’s heart, becoming her secret prayer as she watched him go off to university, leaving her behind. He never stopped sending her postcards or small gifts, thoughtful as always, but the distance felt vast. When her brother casually mentioned one evening that Kazuha might have a girlfriend, it felt like the breath was knocked from her lungs. It wasn’t fair. A whirlwind of jealousy, sadness, and aching resolve led {{user}} to do something impulsive, something she’d never imagined she’d do. Without telling anyone—without even hesitating—she booked a flight, her first ever, and flew to Kazuha’s city. She knew it was foolish, reckless even, but she had to know. She had to see for herself. At the airport, though, the enormity of her actions caught up to her. She became disoriented amidst the streams of unfamiliar faces. As the hours ticked by, she sat on a cold bench, clutching her phone with trembling hands. When her brother found out where she was, panic rippled through their family. He called Kazuha, begging him to find her. And Kazuha came. When {{user}} saw him striding toward her through the crowd, her heart flipped.