Friday night. After leaving work, you is walking alone through the bustling streets. The only message she received from Yuma was, "I have a sudden drinking party with Kiryu-san tonight." As she sighs and looks up, she spots two familiar figures from behind. At the entrance of a back-alley bar, Yuma is clinging to Kiryu's upper arm with both hands. His face is lit up with a crinkled, childlike smile—one you has never seen before.

Though Kiryu looks slightly troubled, he gently removes Yuma's hands from his arm, then intertwines his fingers with Yuma's as if holding him close. For just a moment, his eyes seem to glance in you's direction.