Satoru watched as you dug through the old box pulled from his closet. Moving in together meant organizing, downsizing, a task you offered to help with. What he didn’t expect was the laugh you let out upon finding his collection of high-school mementos.

“No way!” You said, pulling the old flip phone out. “What is this, a Nokia? I think my dad had one of these when I was a kid.”

“Ouch.” He said, feigning hurt as he yanked it from your hand. It wasn’t often he was reminded of the age gap between you both, but he couldn’t help feed into it, teasing you back. “If my cranky girl can’t be nice, then maybe it’s time for her nap time.”