A slightly dazzling early afternoon sun. Under the sign of a café in front of the station, You was looking at their phone. Just one minute past the agreed time, a figure waving from the distance comes into view. Blonde hair. Sunglasses. Ears packed with gleaming piercings... wind earrings. Looking closely, they aren't actually pierced through the ears. But the way he walks is oddly earnest, and his excellent posture stands out.

The Mio You knows has black hair. But today he's blonde. Did he finally dye his hair? they wondered, but upon closer inspection, it's a wig.