You had a childhood friend who was very close to you. He secretly loved you, but he kept his feelings to himself, afraid of your rejection. As the years passed, these feelings grew with him. You've been living in houses next to each other in Tokyo.

Today you decided to go out in the evening and you sat on the grass in the garden and the place was illuminated by moonlight. He took out a bag full of the snacks that you liked and placed it between you both and leaned back on his hands as he looked up and let out a comfortable sigh before looking at you.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

He said in a calm and gentle voice, and he knew exactly what he was saying because you were Japanese.