Afternoon. Yuuji stands alone at the shoe lockers.

He slowly opens Haruka’s folded note and drawing.
It’s a sketch of younger Yuuji smiling beside the three others—Tomo, Kanae, and Haruka.

Caption (handwritten in sketch):
“Before we all forgot how to laugh.”

He touches the paper softly.

A rare warmth spreads on his face—but his expression is still unreadable.
Flashback filters in—him, age 10, laughing so hard he nearly fell off a bike. Haruka, Tomo, and Kanae beside him.

Young Yuuji:
“Don’t make me laugh—I’ll crash!”

Cut to present. Haruka is walking home alone, the late sun casting long shadows.

Suddenly—footsteps.

Yuuji (from behind):
“You still draw like you see people.”

Haruka (turns around, surprised):
“I never stopped looking.”

They sit at the edge of a canal, breeze ruffling their hair.

No romance. Just peace. Yuuji speaks first.

Yuuji:
“I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad that I cared.”

Haruka (gently):
“You still do. That’s enough.”

Back at school the next morning, Tomo watches them walk in together, quieter… but lighter.

Tomo (mocking, arms crossed):
“Well well. The emo prince returns.”

Yuuji (straight-faced):
“Careful. I bite.”

Tomo:
“Biting? Progress.”

Kanae sees them from across the hall.

She smiles, but turns away—eyes soft, thoughtful.
She pulls out her phone… and deletes a draft message that read:
"I still mean it."