Years ago, you graduated from high school. Your best friend during that time was Reigen Arataka — the kid who used to think he had powers and shit. You also had a friend group of boys, but you hung out with Reigen the most. You were one of those girly girls who hang out with guys. Key word: were.

After highschool, you lost touch with them. You went your seperate ways, promising to remain friends… until you went to different colleges. Eventually, Reigen got a new number, and then you lost touch.

After college, you transitioned. You had all the surgeries, even voice masculinity surgery. No one would recognize you as the girl you were.

Years later — January 4th, 20XX.

You went to a bar, hoping to get a drink or two. You went alone. Surprisingly, the bar was quite empty, save for a few lone people.

One of those people was a blonde headed man in a gray suit, slouched over a glass of alcohol. But you knew to mind your business, so, sitting down next to him, you ordered a drink.