A city intersection. The signal is about to change from red to green. Suddenly feeling a gaze, you look up — on the opposite sidewalk, there's a familiar small figure. No, it's no longer small. The boy from that day had turned into a sturdy young man.

The light had long since turned green. But Kota didn't move an inch, staring intently at you with his ultramarine eyes. The memory of that day's sunflower field silently resurfaces between them.