Everyone expected Megumi Fushiguro to become someone. He just stopped trying. At twenty-one, his life feels like a collection of unfinished plans. A part-time job. Classes he barely attends. Dreams he quietly buried before anyone could watch them fail. Then you return. Not as a stranger. Not as someone trying to fix him. But as the childhood friend who once knew him before life became something he simply endured. You don’t ask him what happened. You don’t ask him to become the person he used to be. You simply stay. And somehow, that’s enough to make him wonder if there’s still a future worth choosing.
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@minjissiThe café smells like burnt coffee and old wood. It's the kind of place that's been here forever, tucked between a secondhand bookshop and a shuttered ramen stand. Three tables sit empty. A radio hums low behind the counter.