[ It only lasts for a second, but something scrapes in her chest. Like a mismatched key trying to turn a lock it won't fit. It feels familiar - that sourceless deja vu that hasn't nipped at her heels in a while and yet here and now, she can't be rid of it.

She tells herself she's just being reminded of Hikaru - if any sort of remembrance would ache then surely, it would be that. She decides on it firmly, in the way you might settle on an alibi, and then tells herself not to dwell on it any further.

But even she knows it's probably a lie. ]

Jeez, that's kind of romantic. If the wrong person hears that, they're gonna get all sorts of ideas. That, or they're gonna want to turn it into a TV drama.

[ There's still mischief in her grin, but her eyes are gentle. ]

I'll keep it secret.