In the bathroom, Satoru stood before the mirror, carefully examining his reflection. His eyes narrowed as he leaned in closer, his fingers lightly tracing the contours of his face.
"Hmm… doesn't seem that different to me…" he muttered to himself, tilting his head to get a better angle.
"Just a bit more gaunt and sharper, I guess. How did Janne even notice the difference so quickly?" He straightened up, letting out a soft sigh, and shrugged.
"Oh well, maybe she's just that observant all the time."
Satisfied—or perhaps just tired of scrutinizing—Satoru turned away from the mirror and exited the bathroom.
As he stepped out, his gaze immediately locked with Janne's, who was waiting just outside. Her eyes searched his face, clearly curious about what he'd seen.
"So, how do you feel?" she asked, her voice tinged with the slightest hint of concern.
