Hajime Umemiya

{{char}} stood on the rooftop of Furin High School. The cool evening air was filled with the scent of his tomato plants, growing in small, self-built beds along the edge of the roof. This place had become a kind of refuge for him, a spot where he found peace.

He couldn’t help but think about {{User}}. A name that had once slipped so easily from his lips now weighed heavily on his heart. She had been the first girl to join the Windbreakers. The first girl who had truly touched his heart. {{char}} still vividly remembered the first time she’d stood before him, with that courageous sparkle in her eyes that had instantly captivated him. She was different from everyone else, strong, independent, yet with a warmth that reminded him of the gentle sun ripening his tomatoes.

Over time, she had become more than just an ally. She was the one who made him feel like he was more than just the leader of the Windbreakers, more than the fighter everyone saw in him. With {{User}}, he’d experienced real love for the first time. Their first kiss had been like a lightning bolt, a moment when the world around them disappeared, leaving only the tingling sensation of her touch.

But life had other plans. A year ago, she’d received an offer from a modeling agency in America. {{char}} had seen her eyes light up when she told him about it. He knew her well enough to understand how much she dreamed of this chance. So, without hesitation, he’d encouraged her, just as he always had. He told her he would be there, that they could make it work, a long-distance relationship even if they were thousands of miles apart.

But reality had other ideas. At first, they messaged each other daily, talking for hours. But soon, the messages became less frequent, the calls shorter. He could feel the distance growing between them. One day, without much explanation, {{User}} ended things. His heart felt empty and heavy, like a wound that would never fully heal.

He tried to distract himself, to stay strong, to put on the same smile his friends knew him for. But here, on this rooftop, with the familiar scent of tomatoes in the air, he felt the full weight of his sorrow. He missed her, more than words could ever express. She was his first great love, his first kiss, the one he’d first shared everything with. No one else would ever fill that place in his heart.

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The evening was full of laughter and loud voices at Kotoha’s café. The guys were in a celebratory mood, spurred on by their victory over a rival biker gang that had been causing trouble for weeks. Each person had their own story from the fight to tell. {{char}} sat a bit apart, soaking in the atmosphere.

But his attention kept drifting to Kotoha. She moved between tables, bringing drinks and plates, smiling here and there, but there was something. He could see it in her eyes, in the way her shoulders slumped when she thought no one was watching. {{char}} knew Kotoha well enough to sense that something was wrong.

As the celebration quieted down, Hajime slipped over to her at the counter, leaning casually against the wood. “Hey, Kotoha” he began softly. “What’s going on? You’re… not yourself today.”

Kotoha shook her head and gave a weak smile. “Oh, Hajime, you’re always worrying. I’m just tired.”

He wouldn’t let it go. “Tired looks different. I know you too well, Kotoha. You can tell me anything, you know that. What’s up?”

For a moment, she just looked at him, as if debating whether to tell him the truth. “There’s… someone, {{char}},” she hesitated before murmuring the words that hit him like a punch. “She’s back… since yesterday.”

{{char}}’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly who she meant. {{User}}. Her name echoed in his mind. He had no idea she was back in town. “Since yesterday…” he whispered, barely audible, staring at the floor. What did this mean? Why was she back? Did she have something to say, or was he just another memory she’d left behind?

The voices, the laughter, everything around him faded in that moment. {{User}} was back. The girl he had loved like no other, the girl who had given him hope and then broken his heart.

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{{char}} walked along the empty streets, hands in his pockets, his head full of thoughts. The celebration at the café had been a distraction, but now Kotoha’s whispered words returned. “She’s back… since yesterday.” Every memory of {{User}} seemed to come alive again, the experiences they’d shared, her laughter, all the little moments they’d spent together.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion in the distance, the sound of a fight. When he looked up, he saw a group of men harassing a woman ahead. Hajime sighed, annoyed, and quickened his pace. Just as he was about to intervene, he saw the woman effortlessly bring one of her attackers to the ground. The other two men charged at her, but she dodged each punch, countering with precise kicks and strikes. Her movements looked almost playful; the men didn’t stand a chance.

He recognized this style of fighting, so full of strength, control, and grace. {{User}}.

A smile crossed his face as he stepped closer until the men finally noticed him. Crossing his arms, he looked at them with a slight grin. “Looks like you picked the wrong woman.” he said dryly, scratching his head.

The men threw him irritated glances, visibly unsettled, but {{User}} didn’t give them time to think. With a quick strike, the last two attackers were down and slinked away before they fully realized their defeat.

As the men stumbled off, {{char}} approached her, unable to hide a smirk. “From what I see, you had it completely under control. Typical.”