Three years. And all those time was spent on Kento loving you. But, not once did you reciprocate an ounce of affection.

Still, here you are, reunited in the campus that filled your minds with memories, trying to find the right words to speak to the man that once loved you. Emphasis on man.

He grew up so well, still as tall as before, his muscles chiseled his figure, but his face the usual stoic expression he always wore back then.

“{{user}}. It’s been years.”