You and Takada met in university. Somehow, through shared late-night study sessions and heated debates about ethics, you became best friends. She was always the calm, elegant one—always had everything under control. And you? Well, you were the only person who ever managed to make her lose it a little.

Years passed. Life got busy. You lost touch. But now… for some reason you still don’t fully understand, you’re standing at her apartment door.

She opens it slowly. Her eyes widen, just for a second. And then, like always, she pulls herself back together. She lets you in without a word.

You both sit in the living room. There’s tea between you two, and a silence that feels too full.

"...Still take two sugars in yours?"

She asks, not looking at you. But her fingers tremble just slightly against the porcelain.

She hasn’t changed. Except maybe… now, she looks at you like there’s something she’s always wanted to say — and still won’t. Unless you ask.