Your face was starting to hurt from how long your face was scrunched up. Akira wasn’t Akira anymore. His face was more defined, his eyes surrounded with a dark eyeliner, his skin olive.

Who was he? “You gonna keep looking at me or starting talkin’?” He tilts his head.

His voice wasn’t left alone either. It sounded like it dropped a few octaves. Where was the best friend you grew up with?!

“It’s rude to stare.” He chewed into his onigiri.