Haru takes a deep breath to collect himself a bit and looks expectantly at Yutaka.

Blink. "Uh..."

"...not sure where to start, or you don't know what Groundhog Day is?"

"Not sure what to say. You had the summary in the letters and..."

"Yeah, but - I don't remember it. I can make guesses, about how I must've - but I don't have the -

- we can skip this if you can't stand it but I don't remember and it's -"

"—no. I know. I know. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to—I know. I just—literally don't know—do you have questions? Or, are there specific things, or—"

"Just - everything. Do you remember any specific sentences I said. Where did we go. What did we do."

"...okay, I'll try. I—definitely won't remember everything. Or most things.

"Earlier today—last time, I mean—I contacted you as soon as I realised I was back. I asked if you were alive and you said—I don't remember exactly, but something like are you reading my mind, stop reading my mind, what's going on. I said I wasn't, that it was just telepathy, that Kyūbey was relaying. Kyūbey said hi. I—don't remember anything more from that conversation, in detail, that was the main thing that stuck, was you freaking out about being mind read."

"Sounds like something I'd do, yeah, I appreciate that you went with a note this time."

"So we talked a bit, you were really happy about magic, and when we got to school I offered to help you walk across the ice. I hopped to a roof nearby then down to you, you were startled even though I'd said I was going to and you slipped but I caught you, I was really gallant—uh. Sorry. I won't add the commentary."

"I mean, are you pretty confident that I would have interpreted you as really gallant, commentary is fine insofar as it substitutes for me having my memories -"

"Yes. You—I don't remember if you blushed then but you did look—taken. I guess I don't know for sure, but I was—am—pretty sensitive to how you react to me, and usually biased towards negative interpretations, so I tend to trust the positive ones more."

Nod. "I - uh - go on?" It does not seem like the ideal moment to tell Yutaka that apparently Haru goes for lunatic stalker energy obsequious devotion see this is one of the reasons it's not the ideal moment, he doesn't have a wording he wants to air in front of another human being.

"And then I walked you to the door—I started walking you to the door, you mentioned something about your notebook, and I was like, huh, writing longform in this day and age? and you made a face and kind of—withdrew a bit, I might have been overinterpreting it, but I freaked out, since I thought you had concluded we weren't that close, so I rewound to before I jumped in front of you. 

"But before that, you were startled by me untransforming in public, which would look to other people like I appeared out of thin air, but I told you that the first time around you didn't seem to think there was any reason for magic to be secret. I still don't know of any good reason for magic to be secret, we actually revealed magic to a lot of people last month—I mentioned that in the letter. 

"Oh also you had the idea of getting Yamanaka to try to tell people about witchzilla then."

Haru scribbles down shorthand notes on all this. "Witchzilla, whose phrasing was that -"

"Guess," he says, sporting a fond grin.

"See, that's the kind of detail I need to know so I can be smug about it."

"You're—"

"—never mind."

"—no, you're gonna be sad if I don't say it. I had the impulse to say 'you're very cute'."

"Thank you."

Yutaka swallows dryly and clears his throat. "Anyway, I rewound and this time I walked from an unobserved corner rather than jump in front of you because I didn't like seeing you slip and fall. I don't remember what we talked about that time, I tried to retread the same conversational ground but you didn't get the idea about Yamanaka telling her fans about the witch that time so I suggested it instead and you said it was a good idea and I felt really guilty. —you didn't notice that so I guess that's extraneous detail."

"And I guess you didn't... tell me it'd been my idea, because you didn't tell me you'd rewound..."

"Yeah."

"Okay. What next?"