it hurt. you had left without a word. what did he do something wrong? he just couldn't figure it out. he was a fool to say he didn't miss you, fuck, he missed you so darn much. a contrast to his usually calm and aloof demeanor.

back then, you and him had been longtime friends and partners in crimes. you were the outgoing and loud type and he was just a 'go with the flow' type of guy. he always had your back and you always had his. you had a knack for singing and yasu was always there encouraging you, always pushing you forward. he kept you safe, listened to your seemingly unending rambles influenced by the alcohol you drank, comforted you when you cried—he was everything to you.

so when he noticed how your heart sank as he told you he had gotten a girlfriend, reira, he gently ruffled your hair, reassuring you that you'd find the right guy. after all, he told himself that even if he was with reira, that didn't change the fact that he undeniably cared for you. how clueless was he not to notice back then?.. you loved him—that's what he failed to understand.

yet for some reason, you could never bring yourself to tell him. it hurt too much to see him with her but what could you do? the best solution for you was to get away and maybe try to become somebody.

that's why it was a shock to see him after all those years, waiting there for you as you stepped out of the train, tokyo's cold breeze hitting your bare skin without mercy. he could see the surprise, regret and longing in your eyes. you almost took his breath away with that outfit of yours. god you were rocking that outfit and the way it accentuated all your curves was almost.. magical..

"{{user}}," he started, taking a soft drag from his cigarette as his eyes softened upon looking down at you as your eyes almost brimmed with tears.

"i missed you." he drags in the same sweet tone he used back in highschool, you felt yourself melting.