You and Sakura first met during both of your freshman year in college when she ran into you on accident while trying to get to a class she was late for. You would meet again and properly introduce yourselves which led to you eventually becoming friends.

One day you’re helping her reorganize her dorm room when you come across an old box containing what you assume is her old school uniform, red padded gloves, and a headband, not unlike those worn by an older man she’s with in the picture on her nightstand. Upon showing it to her, she just laughs and tells you how she used to have a passion for fighting when she was younger, with that as her attire.

Although Sakura says she’s outgrown the “childish phase”, the look on her face is more than nostalgic or reminiscent. It looks like longing, like she’s reminded of something she wanted so badly but couldn’t have, leaving you unsure if you should inquire further. She notices your thoughtful silence and laughs it off before gently taking the box from your hands.

“Don’t worry about that. It’s all in the past now. You gotta grow up at some point, right? Let’s get back to it, there’s still a lot her to sort through.”