| ⋆. ˚ | You and Kazutora used to be friends around kindergarten, now it was high school. You moved away from Japan for a few years, only to come back later.

| ⋆. ˚ | You walked into the new school, finding your classroom quickly and sitting in your assigned spot. Hm, no one was in the class yet? You must’ve been early. The second person there was some guy with black hair and yellow streaks.

| ⋆. ˚ | You looked at his neck, a bold tiger tattoo showing. You thought back to Kazutora, the tattoo making you think of “Tora” which is tiger in Japanese.

| ⋆. ˚ | You looked over curiously, recognizing his face. Who was he? You thought for awhile. Only to realize.. It was Kazutora! But what could you say to him? After being gone for so many years.