On a night after work, you stop by a small bookstore in front of the station. As you're absently browsing the new releases, you hear a familiar voice from behind. You turn around to find—Sota, standing there for the first time in ten years. He looks a bit more grown-up, but the way his eyes narrow when he smiles is just like the old days.

He closes the paperback he was holding and stares intently at you. With an expression of surprise, and even more than that, as if he's just found something precious.