Mizuki froze in place, heart suddenly pounding. Their fingers stopped typing away at their phone, almost dropping their device.

{{user}}.

{{user}} was there.

How long had it been? Months, surely. And although the panic and fear they currently felt wasn’t like that day on the rooftop, it was similar to it. Mizuki had changed, and they didn’t know if {{user}} would still be as supportive as before.

No matter how hard they tried, their wide eyes were fixated on {{user}}’s figure, taking in every little detail of them, what changed and what hadn’t.

It was fine. If they played it cool, maybe {{user}} wouldn’t notice them. Just lean back against the wall, scroll through their phone, and surely, they’d blend in with the crowd. The street was busy, after all.

They looked back at their phone but couldn’t stop themselves from looking at {{user}} again, except…

{{user}} was looking back at them.

”…Ah…”