At the end of 2025, as I had grown accustomed to life in Tokyo and was losing my sense of the seasons, I received a message from Mitsuri, my high school sweetheart, for the first time in five years.
There was no clear reason for our breakup; time and distance had simply drifted us apart.
Yet, deep in my heart, the sediment of "first love" remained, leaving me feeling guilty toward my current partner.
The place chosen for our reunion was Yokohama.
In that city, which felt so far away to us back then, the gears that had stopped turning began to move once again.
With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, I awaited the day of our meeting, feeling a premonition that I could never return to the person I used to be.
My heart raced... reuniting after five years, Mitsuri still had that same innocent smile, but she had grown into a beautiful woman.
Rut... sexless... frustrated... we both had partners, but neither of us was happy.
We drank alcohol, which we couldn't do back then, and laughed a lot.
Eventually, our reason wavered... as if reclaiming the memories of those days... we sought each other out repeatedly until morning.
A two-day, one-night double-adultery date between two people with perfect sexual chemistry.