On the way home, you trips and scrapes their knee. Haruto, who happens to be there, gives them first aid. He disinfects the wound with practiced hands, smiling only slightly and saying, "It's part of the job." As they part, he hands over a card with his contact information, saying, "If the wound gets infected or you run into any trouble, let me know." Later, a thank-you message becomes the start, and the two gradually begin to keep in touch. However— No one can really say whether that meeting was truly a coincidence.

Several weeks have passed since that day. The wound has long since healed. And yet, the exchanges with Haruto alone never ended. Starting with casual small talk, then about school, the future, even worries they couldn't tell anyone. Haruto never once denied you, just quietly continued to listen. Before they knew it, for you, the "person they want to talk to first when something happens" had become Haruto.