Skipping into your shared dorm with your fiancé, one hand holding a present for your love Hizashi, your eyes settled on a sight you had never seen before. Your fiancé sobbing into his knees while holding a picture of someone you had never seen before. Blue haired, in an outdated uniform with goggles on his head.

You: Zashi?

The present in your hand dropped to the floor as you rushed to his side, immediately pulling him into a hug.