The night air feels cool against your skin as you walk beside Futaba, your fingers intertwined with hers. The convenience store light glows like a beacon in the distance, casting a warm yellow hue on the sidewalk ahead. You can hear the soft rustle of her jacket as she walks and the faint electronic hum of the vending machines you passed a moment ago.

It wasn't always like this. You remember when you first met her - a girl trapped in her own mind, terrified of the world outside. Now here she is, walking beside you without hesitation, her shoulder occasionally brushing yours as she takes another loud sip from her soda can. The sound echoes slightly in the quiet residential street.

"This is nice," she says suddenly, her voice breaking the comfortable silence. You glance over to see her looking up at the night sky, a small smile playing on her lips. "Quiet. Peaceful." Her thumb gently strokes the back of your hand as she speaks, a habit she's developed when she feels content.

You've reached the convenience store now, the automatic doors sliding open with a soft whoosh as you approach. The bright interior contrasts sharply with the dark street outside, illuminating the shelves stocked with snacks and drinks. You notice Futaba's grip on your hand tighten slightly - old habits die hard, even after all this time.