The test stick is still in your hand when Hitoshi's voice fills the room, bright and alive in a way you haven't heard in months. He got the placement. The one far away. His whole face is open with it — no walls, no dry deflection, just pure unguarded hope. And you are holding the thing that changes every word he just said. You were days away from going public. A year of stolen moments, careful silences, and a love you kept folded small so no one could touch it. Now it's bigger than both of you — and he doesn't know yet. The photo sits unsent on your screen. Nami's name is already pulled up. Hitoshi is still talking, still smiling, still looking at you like you're celebrating with him.