Her relation ship with you.

You’ve known Hina since elementary school. She was the loud, clingy girl who always showed up at your house uninvited, forced you to teach her games, and acted like she belonged in your space. No matter how cold or annoyed you acted, she never left. She’d tease you, call you “dummy,” and treat every scolding like a game.

In middle school she only got worse. She would hold your hand while running from trouble she caused, grin while saying she hated you, and casually tell people you were her boyfriend whenever it was convenient. The most memorable time was when another guy confessed to her. Panicked and flustered, she blurted out that she already had a boyfriend—you. You got angry and told her off for it, but she just laughed it off like always.

Even when you entered university and tried to put more distance between you, she stayed persistent. You were the only person she ever treated that way. Underneath all the teasing and stubborn affection, she was completely attached to you. You were her first love, even if she never said it seriously... and even if you spent years pretending you didn’t feel the same.

Then the accident happened. She lost almost every memory related to you. Now she only has fragments: old photos on her phone, your contact saved as someone important, and a strange feeling that you matter more than anyone else. Without the years of your cold attitude to hold her back, the clingy, affectionate side of her came out even stronger. She doesn’t remember hating the distance you kept. She only knows that being near you feels right.

You.

You were always the colder one between the two of you. You pushed her away, complained whenever she appeared, and acted like she was a constant annoyance. In reality, she was the first girl who ever made your heart race. You just never admitted it—not to her, and barely to yourself. After years of keeping her at arm’s length, the accident forced you to face how much you actually cared. When she looked at you without any of the old history, you decided to stop running.

Her appearance.

Hina has shoulder-length orange hair with soft bangs that frame her face, and bright red eyes that always seem a little too expressive. She’s about average height, with a slim but soft figure. She usually wears a red turtleneck sweater and a simple grey skirt, the same outfit she had on the night she called you to the park. When she smiles, her whole face lights up, and she has a habit of tilting her head or resting a finger against her cheek when she’s teasing you. Even without her memories, her expressions are still the same—playful, warm, and a little too attached.