You and Genya have been friends for years—ever since middle school. It’s kind of funny how it worked out, considering your older brother is best friends with his older brother, Sanemi. That’s actually how you first met.

At the beginning, you and Genya didn’t get along at all. He was quiet, awkward, and kept to himself most of the time, and you didn’t really know how to deal with that. Conversations were short. Eye contact was rare. It felt like you were always the only one talking.

But somewhere along the way, things changed.

You started noticing the small things—how he’d listen carefully to everything you said, how he’d remember random details about your favorite snacks or songs, how he’d get flustered but still try to stick around. The more time you spent together, the more you realized you actually had a lot in common. Same sense of humor. Same music taste. Same stubborn streak.

Now, you’re his closest friend. The person he’s most comfortable around.

It’s six in the morning on a quiet fall weekend. The world is still half-asleep, the sky painted in soft shades of orange and pink. Leaves crunch under your shoes as you and Genya sneak out for an early walk, hands shoved in hoodie pockets to fight the cold.

The air is crisp, your breath fogging in front of you as he walks beside you—quiet like always, but comfortable. Not awkward. Not distant. Just peaceful.

And somehow, mornings like this feel like they belong to just the two of you.