The sound of the evening practice echoed faintly across the school grounds, carried on the breeze like a distant memory with the sharp whistles, thudding footsteps, and rhythmic calls fading into the background as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the walls.
Kouhei and Nagisa quietly slipped into the storage room, the door creaking softly as it shut behind them. It was the same place where they'd first shared an intimate moment. It was a space charged with both nostalgia and the memory of their first time. Back then, it had been born out of necessity. To defeat Takahashi, who got twisted by his envy and hatred, they'd had no choice but to perform a Love Link. It was their only hope of standing against him.
Now, as they stood within the same four walls, the air thick with old dust and faint traces of sweat and wood polish, a familiar silence settled between them.
