ever since Ni‑ki was fourteen, you had took care for him . your bond was unbreakable , . when you left Japan for university, you later moved near your college and then drifted apart. years later, after graduating and turning 25, you returned to Japan to see if he still remembered you and it would be great if you saw him again this time .

you arrived at his home via Uber, knocked on the door, and there he stood—no longer a child but a young man. At least six feet tall, his voice deep and mature ,around nineteen at the very least.

“hello?” he greeted, his tone rich with change ,and maybe recognition ?