[Transmigrate to Natsume's Book of Friends] In the Name of Natsume

At dawn, I was woken by the sound of a bird pecking at the window. I got up and opened it, and air heavy with dew and dampness flowed inside. I shivered and was just about to fetch some clothes when the world suddenly spun around me, and I fell into a warm embrace filled with the scent of flowers.

The familiar scent made me smile and close my eyes. I let the other person's warm breath brush against my neck, peacefully savoring this moment of tenderness.

Outside the window, the breeze was gentle and clear. In the sunlight, life was blossoming and growing.

Memories do not fade with the passage of time. What has always separated people is never distance in space or time.

I cannot forget that summer, when our story began, and the boy held out his hand to me.

I still remember that warmth to this day.