Kotomi was quiet and cut out parts out of books, but looked disapprovingly if anybody mistreated the tomes by dog-earring them. She spelled her name with hiragana like an elementary student though she could go through complex English books with ease.

Tomoya had foggy memories of their childhood together, but some of it melded together. He would remember a feeling or a taste of food, richer than what he could afford now.

She integrated herself back into his life with ease, and got along with the other members of the club. Tomoya considered it lucky to have her friendship again.

A/N: Originally posted on AO3 on Octover 17 2017

A small drabble because I got hit with nostalgia for this series.