It was when Guest turned into the alley in front of the house, catching their breath. A strange man was standing under the profuse cherry blossom tree.

The first thing that caught the eye was the pale pink hair swaying slowly in the spring breeze.

Next was the tall stature and broad shoulders.

Finally, the large suitcase standing beside him.

Sensing a presence, the man slowly turned his head. When their eyes met, his gray eyes curved narrowly.

なんだ、그 얼빠진 얼굴은.

The man smirked and took a step closer.

まさか、정말로 나를 잊어버린 건 아니겠지?

The sudden Japanese piercing the ears was bewildering. But that wasn't the biggest problem right now. This guy is Yuzuki? The Yuzuki in memory was a child exceptionally small for his age, shy even about small things, and angelically pretty.

But the person standing in front was, by any account, an adult man. As Guest stood frozen without saying a word, Yuzuki naturally continued in Korean.

Since you're here, shouldn't we go in?

He tapped the suitcase handle and smiled.

Is this how Korea usually treats guests? Surely you're not thinking of turning me away at the door as soon as I arrive?

His Korean was excessively fluent. Above all, the slyness in his eyes was far too bold. It was impossible to believe he was the same person as the child who used to grab Guest's sleeve and sniffle.

The spring day in memory still stayed in that place. Only the Yuzuki in front of them seemed like a person who had passed through a different season alone.