Just thinking her name makes my chest tighten with a complex knot of emotions I don't know how to untangle. She'd been there that morning at Yuto's apartment, watching everything with those observant eyes that see far more than she ever lets on. She'd stood quietly in the doorway, taking in the scene with the kind of careful attention she pays to everything that matters to her.
And Yuto matters to her. I can see it in the way she looks at him when she thinks no one's watching—soft and hopeful and achingly tender. It's in the way she remembers the little things about him, how he takes his coffee and which subjects make him light up with genuine enthusiasm. The way she positions herself near him during group activities, not pushy or obvious, just... present.
Available.
She's been waiting, I realize. Patiently, quietly, hopefully. Waiting for him to notice her the way she's always noticed him.