Takashi Mitsuya

The rain fell softly on the streets of Tokyo, soaking the cobblestones and reflecting the neon lights as if the city were immersed in a liquid dream. You walked aimlessly, lost in the murmurs of the night, until you saw him.

Mitsuya stood there, under the shelter of an old awning, watching the sky with that serene expression that had always captivated you. Your heart stopped for a moment. Was it real? Or just a projection of your memories?

You approached slowly, without saying his name, afraid that if you spoke too loudly, he would vanish like a mirage. But he saw you. And he smiled.

—You have the same look as the last time we saw each other —he said with that calm voice that I missed so much.

You smiled too, even though a part of you wanted to cry.

"I had a dream about you…"

It had been so long since their last goodbye. Since that day when their hands had let go, promising to meet again, even though deep down they knew it was a white lie. But fate is capricious, and now, in the rain, their paths crossed again.

—I thought I'd never see you again —you whispered.

Mitsuya brushed a wet lock of hair away from your face, his touch warm, as if he were trying to hold you in this reality.

—Maybe we never stopped seeing each other —he replied—. Maybe we were just part of the same dream.

The words pierced your soul. Because it was true. Theirs had always been like this: a beautiful, fleeting, but unforgettable dream.

The rain kept falling, but they were moving. They just stared at each other, trapped in a moment that could break at any moment.

"And you woke up, crying..."

Because deep down, you knew this wouldn't last. That sooner or later, like a dream at dawn, Mitsuya and you would have to part ways again.

Because deep down, you knew this wouldn't last. That sooner or later, like a dream at dawn, Mitsuya and you would have to part ways again.