Yoru drifted along the paved path that cut through the plaza, sunlight spilling across pale stone and glass in easy, untroubled lines. The day was bright in that almost deliberate way—clean sky, soft breeze, people passing with idle conversations and half laughs.

  She didn’t quite know where she was going. Her feet carried her forward out of habit more than intention, following the curve of the path as though it might decide for her. The city felt distant, like she was walking a step out of sync with the world.

  What had happened last night still refused to settle into something real. The images replayed without weight, like fragments of a dream she couldn’t fully wake from. She knew that Aira was safe, and yet the knowledge sat oddly in her chest, refusing to sink in.

  I should have gone with her.

  The thought surfaced again. If she had insisted, if she hadn’t stayed behind, maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe the Hollow wouldn’t have found Aira alone. Yoru knew better than to believe that, but it didn’t stop the quiet guilt from curling in her stomach anyway. She wanted to do something, anything, to make it better, but the lack of a clear solution left her feeling small and useless.

  The stone path ahead split at an intersection, and she slowed, uncertainty catching up to her. She lifted her gaze, still deciding where to go when she saw a familiar figure step into view from the right, moving with an ease that made the space around him feel lighter, like the breeze had learned his shape.

  Akio looked distracted, expression mild and distant, as though his thoughts were somewhere far beyond the plaza. He turned his head slightly and met her gaze. The moment he did his expression softened, quiet warmth settled into his features as he smiled.

  Without thinking, Yoru brushed her hair behind her ear, suddenly very interested in the ground as heat rose to her cheeks. Her heart gave an unhelpful, fluttering kick against her ribs. Why did he have such a nice smile?

  “Hi, Yoru,” Akio said, slowing his pace until he was beside her. His voice was calm, familiar. “How are you?”

  She stopped with him, fingers curling lightly at her side as she scrambled to steady herself.

  “I’m good,” she replied, hoping it sounded convincing. “I was just, um…” Her gaze flicked up to him, then away again. “Is Aira okay?”

  Akio let out a soft breath, something almost like relief woven into it. “Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little shaken, but unhurt. She’s staying with our older brother for a few days.”

  Yoru exhaled, shoulders dropping as the weight in her chest eased into something gentler. “That’s good,” she said quietly, “I’m really glad. I was… really worried.”

  Akio gave a small nod, his expression thoughtful. “Me too. Things could’ve gone a lot worse. I’m grateful it didn’t.”

  Yoru considered that quietly as they stood there. She hadn’t really let herself think about how it must have felt from his side. After a moment, she glanced back at him, curiosity nudging past the lingering worry.

  “Are you… going somewhere?” she asked.

  “Yes, actually,” Akio replied. “I’m heading to the Museum of Natural History.”

  Her eyes widened just a little before she could stop herself. “The Museum of Natural History?”

  He smiled at her reaction. “They just opened a new exhibit that looked pretty interesting. I wanted to check it out.”

  Yoru pictured it immediately: the tall stone building she’d passed countless times, always meaning to go in someday. It had always fascinated her from a distance, something grand and quietly exciting that she’d never quite worked up the nerve to explore on her own.

  Akio seemed to catch the shift in her expression. “We could go together,” he offered gently, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “If you’d like.”

  “Really?” The word slipped out before she could temper it. She straightened, a spark of excitement lighting up her chest. “That would be… really nice. I’d like that.”

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  He nodded, reassuring, and gestured for her to follow. Yoru fell into step beside him, doing her best to keep her composure while her thoughts buzzed. The idea of visiting the museum with him felt unexpectedly thrilling, her heartbeat quickening with each step.

  The museum rose before them in pale stone and columns, its wide staircase bustling with a steady stream of visitors. Yoru slowed despite herself, awe creeping in as she took in the architecture. Inside was even more breathtaking. The space opened up above them, vast and grand, a massive fossil suspended overhead like something frozen in motion. Displays of gleaming models, screens looping quiet documentaries, and rows of exhibits stretched out in every direction.

  She was still craning her neck, lost in it all, when she felt a gentle nudge against her shoulder. Yoru looked down to find Akio waiting patiently, a ticket held out toward her. She took it almost automatically, still half dazed.

  “Let’s go inside,” he said. “There’s more to see.”

  She nodded and followed him toward the turnstiles, fingers curling around the ticket. Her gaze flicked back down to the paper in her hand, and that’s when the realization hit.

  Entry wasn’t free.

  A quiet alarm went off in her head, embarrassment flaring hot and sudden. “Wait—you didn’t need to buy my ticket,” she said quickly. “I can pay you back—”

  Akio looked at her then, smiling in that calm, reassuring way of his. “It’s okay,” he said. “I don’t mind.”

  Yoru swallowed and hesitated, fingers tightening around the edge of the ticket. Every instinct in her told her to refuse, to stop him from spending anything on her. But the way he’d said it, so easy and sincere, made her feel unbalanced in the gentlest way.

  She nodded, accepting the ticket even as her ears burned red.

  The two of them scanned their tickets and stepped into the museum. The space opened up in layers: wide hallways branching off into countless exhibits, balconies overlooking lower floors, staircases spiraling upward toward even more rooms waiting to be explored.

  Yoru barely knew where to look first. She slowed almost at once, drawn in by the nearest display, then the next, then another. She found herself stopping at every sign, reading each plaque all the way through, absorbing dates, names, diagrams—pieces of a much larger story she’d never realized she wanted to know so badly.

  They wandered through a planetarium exhibit where distant stars were mapped across curved screens, constellations traced in glowing lines that made the universe feel impossibly vast. In ecology, she lingered over layered displays of forests and wetlands, learning how delicate systems balanced themselves through cycles of growth and decay. Even the oceanic exhibits held her captive, dark blue light washing over preserved skeletons and models of deep sea creatures.

  And through all of it, Akio never once drifted ahead.

  Yoru noticed it gradually—the way his pace had slowed to match hers without comment, how he stopped whenever she did, never checking the time, never urging her forward. Sometimes, when she paused a little longer at an exhibit, he would quietly add context by explaining a concept more simply, pointing out a detail she’d missed, or connecting one display to another in a way that made it all click together.

  The time slipped by unnoticed as they moved from hall to hall, the quiet companionship wrapping around her like something warm and rare. Yoru realized, distantly, that she was having the time of her life.

  They were in the middle of admiring a particularly intricate display when a woman nearby cleared her throat softly.

  “Excuse me,” she said, holding out her phone with a polite smile. She looked like someone’s aunt—kind eyes, practical clothes. “Would you mind taking a photo of me and my family?”

  “Of course,” Akio replied immediately, already stepping forward.

  Yoru stood a little off to the side as the family arranged themselves in front of the exhibit. Akio took the phone with practiced ease, framed the shot quickly, and snapped the photo without fuss. He showed it to the woman, who lit up with delight, thanking him profusely before gathering her family.

  The woman hesitated, then smiled at them both. “Would you two like a photo as well?”

  Akio paused and turned to Yoru instead of answering right away.

  “Do you want a photo?” he asked gently.

  Yoru blinked and considered the question. She’d never really liked having her picture taken. Posing for a camera always felt unnecessary, like freezing a moment she could just as easily remember.

  She shook her head slightly. “No, thanks. It’s okay.”

  Akio nodded and turned back to the woman. “We’re all right, but thank you for offering.”

  “All right,” the woman said, then laughed softly. “But are you sure? You two look so cute together.” She gestured between them with a knowing smile. “Are you dating?”

  “Oh—no,” Akio replied, a polite, slightly awkward smile tugging at his lips as he waved a hand. “It’s nothing like that. Thank you for the compliment, though.”

  Yoru barely heard him.

  The woman’s words echoed in her head, and suddenly everything rearranged itself all at once. He had invited her to join him. They were visiting a museum together, just the two of them, for no reason other than wanting to. He had bought her a ticket without hesitation. They’d been spending the entire day side by side, quietly, comfortably alone.

  Is this a date?

  The realization hit her like a delayed impact. Heat rushed to her face so fast she was sure she might actually combust on the spot. The idea that she might be on a date with Akio sent butterflies spiraling wildly through her stomach, leaving her standing there, bright red and completely undone.

  “Let’s take a look at the exhibit down there,” Akio said, polite and easy. If he noticed anything off about her, he didn’t comment on it.

  Yoru nodded and followed beside him, schooling her expression into something neutral while her thoughts did anything but.

  Have we been on a date this whole time?

  The idea sent another wave of heat rushing to her face, and she immediately shoved it away. No, she was overthinking it. Akio was kind to everyone—patient, steady, unfailingly considerate. This was just him being himself.

  It’s not a date, she repeated. He’s just being nice.

  And yet, as they moved together from exhibit to exhibit, she felt a steady, traitorous warmth in her chest that her heart refused to let go.

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  Yoru