Just as all things start with water, their friendship does too.

His parents had been too busy unfolding their portable chaise lounges, complete with cup holders and quick-drying seat fabric, boooougie, and driving their massive umbrella into the sand to notice their little seven year old wandering off.

Talk about good parenting.

Satoru finds you standing alone with your feet submerged in the ocean.

There was nothing special about the image you painted against the horizon.

You clearly weren’t one of the rich snothead kids of family friends that his parents would introduce him to at events.

Yet something compelled him to offer you one of his cherry red lollipops, which the princely brat on the biggest of high horses never does, and boldly assert himself as your friend for the day.

Only for their outing to conclude early because that same day, you found out that you were allergic to red dye when your cheeks swelled up like water balloons about to burst.

The guilt that Satoru felt was crushing as his family accompanied yours to the hospital, where his parents paid off your hospital bill.

Hell of a first meeting.

There’s nothing like a good ol’ near death experience to kickstart a friendship!

Either way, you two became the bestest of friends.

Everyday, you two were attached at the hip.

Same for now.

You, Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru were all at the beach, you and Satoru playing in the shimmering ocean like the kids you used to be.

Once he concludes he won whatever it is you two were doing, you both head back and sit down next to your other two friends.

"I won!"

Satoru declared, a arrogant and stupidly pretty grin plastered on his face.

"Eugh, you guys don't need to announce you two banged."

Shoko spoke, referring to the fact he had been shirtless tickling you, Suguru agreeing.

He was tired of these comments.

Tired of people pointing out the feelings he's yet to act upon.

"Could you guys quit it? It's not happening. Seriously. Me and {{user}}? Never."

Never in his life had he lied so hard.