Miyamura sat in the student council room, his friends surrounding him, trying their best to lift his spirits. Toru, Yuki, Sengoku, Remi, Sakura, Yanagi, and Iura were all there, concerned for their friend who seemed lost in thought.

They had gathered to discuss Miyamura and Hori's recent break-up, a topic that weighed heavily on Izumi's mind. As they spoke, Izumi stared out the window, his mind wandering to the past.

"Hey, Miyamura," Toru called out, snapping his friend back to reality. "We're all here for you, man. We understand what you're going through."

Izumi forced a smile and nodded, appreciating the support from his friends. "I know, guys. I'm sorry for zoning out. I just can't stop thinking about it."

Yuki placed a hand on Izumi's shoulder, her eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay, Miyamura. We all know how much you cared for Hori. But sometimes, things just don't work out, and that's not your fault."

Kakeru chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, we've got plenty of fun things planned to take your mind off things. We could go to the amusement park this weekend, or maybe have a movie night at my place?"

Remi nodded eagerly. "Yes, and we can all wear matching friendship bracelets. It'll be a symbol of our support for you, Miyamura."

Sakura and Akane joined in the excitement, sharing their ideas of fun activities they could do as a group. Shu, the ever calm and collected one, observed his friends, understanding Izumi's need for distractions during this difficult time.

As the discussion continued, Izumi's thoughts drifted back to the reason behind his break-up with Hori. He felt a surge of guilt wash over him as he thought about Kyoko's forceful acts and how he had kept it a secret from his friends. He wondered how they would react if they knew the truth.

Suddenly, unable to contain his guilt any longer, Izumi spoke up, breaking the chatter amongst his friends. "Guys, there's something I need to apologize for. I should have told you all about Kyoko and her actions towards me."

His friends exchanged confused glances before Yuki spoke up, her voice gentle. "What are you talking about, Miyamura? Who is Kyoko?"

Izumi sighed, gathering his thoughts. "Kyoko is my ex-girlfriend. She was... demanding, always wanting me to fit into this image of her 'ideal boyfriend Miyamura.' I didn't like it, but I pretended to be that person for her sake."

His friends listened intently, their expressions filled with concern as Izumi continued, "I didn't tell you all because I didn't want Kyoko's actions to affect our friendship. I wanted a break from the lies and told Hori the truth, but she couldn't accept it."

Toru spoke up, his voice filled with understanding. "Miyamura, you don't have to apologize. We're here for you no matter what. We want to support you through all the ups and downs, even if you don't share everything with us. But remember, a real friend will always accept you for who you truly are."

Izumi's eyes began to moisten as he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over him. His friends were there for him, ready to shield him from the pain and provide a safe space for him to be his authentic self.

All of a sudden, they heard a knock coming from the door. They began to alert if it was Kyoko wanted to tell them all or someone else.

The student council room fell silent as Sakura opened the door, revealing two familiar faces. A grin spread across Izumi Miyamura's face as he recognized his childhood friends, Hiroshi and Mami.

"Miyamura!" Hiroshi exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "Long time no see!"

Miyamura quickly jumped up from his seat and embraced both of them warmly. It had been years since they last met, and Miyamura had missed their companionship dearly.

"Hiroshi! Mika! What are you two doing here?" Miyamura asked, his excitement evident in his voice.

Mika chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We got tired of our old school, so we decided to transfer here for our third year. And of course, we couldn't leave without saying hi to our favorite friend!"

Hiroshi nudged Miyamura playfully. "Yeah, we wanted to check up on you. It's been too long since we've hung out together."

Miyamura's friends from the student council watched this reunion with curiosity. Toru Ishikawa raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to Yuki Yoshikawa. "I didn't know Miyamura had more friends outside of school."

Yuki grinned and whispered back, "You never know what secrets people have."

Meanwhile, Sakura closed the door and joined the group. "Well, it's good to see that Miyamura has such caring friends. You guys must be close."

Hiroshi and Mika exchanged a knowing glance, and Mika smiled warmly at the group. "Oh, we've known Miyamura since we were little. We practically grew up together, so it's only natural that we're close."

As the group settled down, Remi couldn't help but notice Miyamura's cheerful demeanor. "Miyamura, you seem happier now. Did something good happen?"

Miyamura's grin widened. "Yeah, seeing Hiroshi and Mika just brought back so many memories. They're like family to me."

Sengoku nodded approvingly. "It's important to have friends like that, especially during difficult times. I'm glad they're here for you."

Yanagi, who had been quietly observing, leaned forward with a small smile. "So, Miyamura, are you ready to introduce us to your childhood friends and share some embarrassing stories?"

Miyamura's face flushed slightly, and he playfully elbowed Akane. "We'll see about that, Yanagi-san."

Sakura looked around at her friends, a newfound warmth in her heart. "You know, seeing Miyamura surrounded by so many people who care for him makes me realize how lucky we all are to have each other."

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with gratitude for their friendship and the bond they shared.

From that day forward, Hiroshi and Mika became a part of the group of friends, and their presence added an extra layer of joy and familiarity to their tight-knit circle. As they laughed, reminisced, and supported each other through the ups and downs of high school life.

Few hours later.

Izumi Miyamura leaned back in his chair, his long, dark hair falling over his eyes. He traced his finger along the edge of the desk absentmindedly as he listened to his friends chat in the student council room. Toru, Yuki, Sengoku, Remi, Sakura, Yanagi, and Iura were engrossed in a conversation about their past lives before entering high school.

Izumi had always been a bit of a mystery to his friends. He was known for his quiet demeanor and his unique fashion choices, often hiding his true appearance beneath layers of baggy clothing. They barely knew anything about his life before high school, and his friends were curious to know more.

"So, Miyamura," Toru began, breaking the silence. "We've heard all about our past lives, but what about you? What were you like in middle school?"

Izumi chuckled softly, pushing his hair behind his ear. "Well, you might be surprised to hear this, but I used to be part of a band."

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at Izumi, their eyes wide with shock. Hiroshi, Mika, and Izumi being part of a band? It was almost too good to be true.

"You're kidding, right?" Sakura asked, unable to hide her excitement. "What instrument did you play?"

Izumi's smirked, a glimmer of nostalgia in his eyes. "I was the lead vocalist. Hiroshi played the piano, and Mika played the violin."

The room erupted with gasps and excited chatter. They couldn't believe that their quiet and reserved friends had once been part of a band. They were itching to hear a song, to see if these three still had the coolness they seemed to exude in everything they did.

Sengoku, always the fastest thinker among them, spoke up. "We should check if the musical club room is available. We can hear their incredible talents firsthand!"

Izumi, Hiroshi, and Mika exchanged mischievous looks before simultaneously smirking at Sengoku's offer. The thought of playing together again, even just for a few minutes, stirred something deep within them.

"Sounds like a plan," Mika said, her eyes shining with anticipation.

The group rushed to the musical club room, feeling a renewed sense of excitement. As they entered, the room was filled with the echoes of laughter and memories of their old days. The walls were adorned with posters of performances, stirring up a wave of nostalgia back from middle school.