Kouhei blinked slowly, as if the world had momentarily gone out of focus.
"H-Huh…?"
Something wasn't right.
Something was... off. Deeply, unnervingly off.
No—something was fundamentally wrong.
There was a strange pressure building in his chest, a tension tightening the air around him like invisible wires.
Something unseen was lurking beneath the surface of all this.
"H-Hina-san…?"
He muttered the name before even realizing it had passed his lips.
A name.
That name.
The first girl who had ever truly mattered to him.
The girl who had entrusted him with her first time.
The girl to whom he had given his own first time in return.
The girl etched into his soul—
Saionji Hina.
He remembered her now.
Like a long-lost painting rediscovered beneath layers of dust and time.
"Ugh…"
A sharp, scorching pulse tore through his skull.
His thoughts twisted, colliding violently inside his mind like waves slamming against rocks.
His brain felt like it was melting.
Burning.
