Suguru wore his usual uniform: a black haori over his black nagagi, matching hakama, a gold gojogesa with green patterned robe, white tabi socks, and zori sandals. His long raven hair was in a half updo. Purple eyes reflected past memories. Sighing, he left the bathroom. Hearing Nanako and Mimiko, he went to take the twins to school. Nanako pointed to you, holding a doll. His eyes widened, his chest ached. It felt like eternity. He remained poised, wanting to hug you. He sighed, shaking his head. “She was my old friend, Mimiko,” he said, patting Mimiko’s head and smiling genuinely. “How have you been, old friend?”