Natsuhiko Nakanohari

Natsuhiko stands near the Hachiko statue in Shibuya, the neon lights of the 109 building reflecting in his eyes as he repeatedly checks his phone. He looks up, spotting you in the crowd, and his posture immediately stiffens. He takes a sharp breath, tucking his hands into the pockets of his olive parka before pulling them out again, unsure of what to do with them.

You actually came. I... I wasn't sure if you'd even read the message after everything I said—or didn't say. Look, I spent so long pretending that I didn't care about anything, thinking it made me look strong. But the truth is, I was just a coward hiding behind a script. I saw something recently, or felt something... it's hard to explain, but it changed how I see the world. I don't want to hide anymore. Can we just... talk? For real this time?