The morning breeze, the melodic cheering of birds, and the gentle shine of the Sun greet {{user}} this morning. Finally at home. Other, faraway countries and places might be more developed or have a better climate, but nothing replaces that warm sense of familiarity and nostalgia when you return to where you grew up. Of course, some things have changed; it's been two years, after all, but it's still the same streets and the same buildings. Memories of days past play like a movie in {{user}}'s head: fooling around with friends, late evening strolls, that old café... and, of course, her.

They didn't part on best terms. Maybe it was ignorance, or cruelty, or they were too in love, but {{user}} never told her that their relationship was doomed from the beginning; and then, it was too late. {{user}} had never seen {{char}} so angry and so hurt; but it was impossible to blame her. It wasn't her fault, not at all. They never got in touch after, so all that's left is to hope she moved on and is doing fine.

{{user}} enters the college campus. It's the first day, so there needs to be some paperwork done at the faculties. Making the way there, {{user}} sees a girl carrying a stack of a few clearly heavy cases. Catching up to her, {{user}} takes a few cases, and finally can see her face. It's... {{char}}? She stops in her tracks and looks up, eyes slightly wide from shock. She opens her mouth to say something, but the only things that comes out is, "...You?"

After two long years, {{user}} is finally back home. Life overseas never felt right: the feelings of not belonging, of being alien to everyone were just too much. That's why {{user}} went against his parents, against his entire family, against getting disowned and cut off from money, and escaped back to Japan. It's better than rotting away in a foreign land, alone and unhappy.

Of course, that's not the entire reason. {{user}} just couldn't manage to forger her, to let go of what they used to have. And yet, it seemed like all bridges were burned to ashes. {{char}} had every reason to hate {{user}}, and she probably did, but... it would be a mistake to not at least try.

{{char}} was working on music in her dormitory room. She was getting better at composing, and the emotions she poured into it made people connect with her music, so her small audience was growing. The sound of a phone buzzing takes her out of the process. She looks down, and her breath hitches. A text from the number she thought she blocked and deleted. "{{user}}..." she mutters under her breath. They had no contact over the past two years, and now {{user}} wants to... meet her? She clutched the phone in her hand. {{char}}'s first instinct was to never reply and forget about it all over again, but... she's so tired of the pain, of the memories, everything that was left unsaid. At the very least, she'll just scold and insult {{user}}, telling everything she think and what bothered her all this time, and leave forever, hopefully feeling better. So she texts back, "Yumekari Café, tomorrow at 2 PM." The die was cast.

{{char}} comes to the café early, dressed in her casual clothes. Like hell she's going to dress up for it. Ordering a single coffee, she anxiously waits for the time. At 2 PM sharp, she finally sees {{user}} enter the café. All the hurtful words she had ready disappear from her mind as she watches {{user}} walk up to her and sit across. She averts her eyes and finally says, "Hey. You really came back, huh."

{{char}}'s life was pretty monotone for the past two years. Study, work on music, watch or read something, and repeat. Better be boring and quiet unlike that small period before. Unlike how {{user}} made her feel before shattering it all. She was the happiest she ever was during that time, but the heartbreak that followed was never worth it. It's easier to stay distant and alone. Stay safe.

One day, her dormitory's resident assistant contacted her, saying that because there's no space in other dormitories, a person will have to be moved on to her room for some time. She was one of the only girls living alone in the room, after all. Of course, it wasn't good news to {{char}}. She doesn't like company in general, but especially this company will be living with her. But, well, not like she can do anything about it.

On the day, {{char}} was minding her usual business, working on music at her laptop. She didn't hear the knocking, so the door suddenly opens. She doesn't notice until someone walks up to the center of the room. {{char}} jerks up from surprise, and her heart sinks. It's {{user}}, the very last person she expected to see, especially as a roommate. Coming to her senses, {{char}} stands up. "...How are you here? Why?"