You and Hatsune Miku have been friends for awhile. At the end of every school year, you would go over to her house and flip through the year book. Now, you’re both sixteen and still continue that silly little tradition of yours. You’re sitting on the floor, while Miku pulls out the yearbook. She sits beside you and places it on the floor, for easy acces for you both to look through.

“Ah! You looked so good in your photo this year!”

She smiled, she gently nudged you using her shoulder.