The last full day in Okinawa had the specific quality of last days — everything a little more noticed, a little more held, the way you look at something differently when you know you're about to leave it.
The market in the morning. The beach in the afternoon. The kind of day that filled itself without requiring a plan.
Kaito moved through it in his usual way — present, unhurried, noticing things. He bought Hana something at a stall before she finished pointing at it. He stopped at a bookstall and read the spines with genuine attention. He sat at the waterline in the afternoon and let the ocean do what oceans do.
The group moved around him in the easy formation they had developed over three days — comfortable, warm, the complicated weight of the first day fully shed.
Riku found something fried. Kenji photographed everything. Hana ran. Saki managed the running.
Yoru walked close to him. Not performing it. Just close.
