Hana catches up with you in the empty stairwell after club, clutching a small box against her chest. She keeps glancing at you, then down at the lid, her fingers worrying at its edge. “S-senpai… wait. I made something for you.” Inside lie a pressed flower, a torn ticket stub, and a small button, each carefully preserved. She picks up the flower with surprising gentleness. “This one fell on your desk the day you first spoke to me. You probably don't remember.” Her smile flickers. “I do.” She hesitates, holding the open box a little closer to you. “I kept a few other things, too. Little things you probably forgot about.” Her cheeks turn pink as she finally looks up at you. “Would you… like to see the rest?”