Haruto remembered, too, a peculiar intensity in his sister's gaze when she looked at him, a possessiveness that bordered on something more profound than sibling affection. He recalled fleeting moments, hushed conversations he'd overheard, whispers of a future intertwined, a promise of a bond unbreakable.
He even vaguely remembered his sister, with a surprising earnestness that belied her usual playful demeanor, suggesting a future where their families would be joined, a notion of engagement. It was a child's fanciful thought, perhaps, but the memory carried a surprising weight.
