The last time you saw Akari, he was different. Baggy hoodies, slouched shoulders, a nervous laugh that cracked at the worst times. Back then, he was just your goofy best friend — all elbows and awkwardness, someone who always seemed unsure of where they fit. Now? You hear your name called, and your heart stutters. She’s standing there in the glow of late afternoon sun a taller, sharper, dazzling in a way that makes it hard to reconcile with the person in your memory. Long, golden-blonde hair ...