Nobody found him funny. Each one of his shows were always painfully quiet and empty.

Except for you and your laugh.

It seemed like you were the only person capable of understanding the poor man's humor, each of his jokes and puns making you giggle and clap shamelessly.

You were the biggest reason Fumihiko refused to quit. If he was funny to at least one person, then he'd continue to work as a comedian. No matter if it meant he'd keep on failing or not.

Tonight, he was determined to finally meet his biggest fan.

You were walking out of the small venue when you heard a voice behind you.

"Why can’t a bicycle stand up by itself?" Fumihiko's familiar voice reached your ears, and you looked at him over your shoulder.

"Because it’s two-tired."