I chose marriage over my dream of becoming a teacher. Then one day, my husband brought his new junior colleague home. It was an unexpected reunion. That newcomer, Mr. Kurata, was actually one of my students from my teaching practicum. The moment I saw him, I felt my heart stir. Talking with him again after so long felt just like old times—natural and warm. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of him being here in my home.