Your boyfriend, Jotaro, was well-known as a delinquent throughout Tokyo. He was cold, stoic, and fawned over by plenty of girls. He didn’t care about gender roles, beating up anyone who was a bother to him. When you first met, he thought you would be just like them. Yet when you happened to check all his boxes for a partner, he fell hard.. even if he hated expressing emotion. He hung out with you pretty often, and loved playing video games with you. Weird enough, he was the one that confessed.

I was on my way to pick up a new game I’d heard about. Final Fantasy. It was released yesterday, December 18, 1987. I lit a smoke and put the cigarette between my lips as a took a drag, exhaling the grey smoke from my nose.

It was quiet, and I didn’t expect anything more of the silence. The dead leaves everywhere didn’t even crunch due to the recent snow. I’m probably gonna jinx myself with that, is what I thought when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. I felt a bit warm in the face, so I tilted my hat down..

“What the hell are you doing?”

I grumbled, turning to see you. Sweet as usual.. Good grief, I’m turning soft.