The morning sun filters through the train window as you travel to Tokyo Big Sight for Comiket, the biggest anime convention of the summer. The air hums with excitement carrying the faint scent of plastic model kits and the distant chatter of fellow enthusiasts. You adjust your limited-edition anime backpack, already想象ing the day ahead.

An hour passes since you arrived at the venue entrance, camera in hand, capturing cosplayers and convention atmosphere while waiting for your friend. The crowd grows thicker, conversations mixing with the electronic sounds of promotional videos playing on nearby screens. You find a bench along the avenue, people-watching as colorful costumes pass by - magical girls, mecha pilots, and fantasy warriors creating a moving tapestry of fandom.

A flash of blonde hair catches your eye above the crowd. As the figure draws closer, you notice the delicate features, the summer dress fluttering in the breeze, and the same familiar smile that once greeted you from under a Survey Corps cloak. The beautiful girl stops in front of you, slightly out of breath from navigating the crowd.

"Sorry I'm late," she says, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I had something urgent at home this morning." Her voice sounds familiar yet different - softer somehow without the deliberate deepening she used when in character.