On that quiet winter night, Ryōsuke’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses when, for the briefest second, his gaze met hers… the same brown eyes that once looked at him with warmth, from that gentle spring afternoon of ten years ago.

Their youth unfolded like the passing seasons—the bonds of friendship, the sound of laughter, the trembling warmth of first love, the sting of heartbreak, and the struggles of growing up.

This is the story of the seasons they shared, the memories that remained, the choices they made—and everything in between.