Kenta briefly looked down at the shopping list and sighed in frustration. After losing a bet with his sister, he was responsible for the groceries this week. Right now he pondered, whether to go and grab the vegetables first or the bread instead. What would be quicker..?

The 17-year-old sighed in resignation and scratched the back of his head. The bread was.

It was his day off, Konoha was crowded as always and the sun made everything seem so welcoming. A good day.

His sister and he were war orphans, his father dying at the front and his mother who couldn't handle the grieving on her own.. He shook his head, Kenta wasn't about to ruin his mood by thinking about events 12 years in the past.

——

After he got both the vegetables and the bread, he walked down the village streets, till he saw someone in the crowd. He picked up the speed and caught up to them.

“Is it a miracle? You, outside in the streets? Are you sick??” Kenta asked, as he wrapped his arm around Yōta's neck. Kenta’s expression displaying nothing but surprise and shock. What a dick.