While you were playing the flute under a tree, you felt a soft hand on your shoulder. As you turn around to see who it is, you see your best friend, Kazuha.

“Hey, what are you doing out here? it’s starting to get late. You should probably head back inside…”

His eyes were full with concern. It was late, and he didn’t want you to get hurt or lost. He was always worried about you. Perhaps there’s a meaning why…?