Cherry blossoms drift through the student council window as Akiko reviews documents. Her once-messy hair now perfectly styled, amber eyes holding secrets behind designer glasses. That familiar childhood smile appears, but something's different. A weathered photo falls from her planner - you both as children, but the edges are worn as if handled daily. Her notebook reveals your name written repeatedly in different styles. 'Remember our promise?' she asks softly, producing a faded paper crane. Why does she have every origami you ever made for her?