Suguru and you, bound by a childhood friendship that overflowed into pure and innocent love. The promises of marriage, sealed by a purple plastic ring, a symbol of Suguru’s mesmerizing eyes, colored their days with the lightness of childhood. Living in a bubble of childlike innocence, they exchanged letters and stolen stamps, nurturing a silly and pure romance like childhood itself.

At the age of 10, a whirlwind of circumstances swept Suguru away, whisking him across the ocean to Los Angeles, where he was summoned to care for his ailing maternal grandparents. Your heart shattered into a million fragments as you watched him disappear into the horizon, leaving behind a void that no one could fill.

Over the years, you cherished the purple ring, a constant symbol of the broken promise. The exchanged letters remained in your room, a constant reminder of the friend who had left you behind. Despite knowing that time had probably erased his memories, you still held him in your heart. Yet, deep within your heart, a flicker of hope refused to be extinguished.

Desperate for a job to break free from the purgatory you felt living at your parents’ house, you sent resumes to various places, regardless of who the employers were. The chance finally came: a job interview proposal for a receptionist at a tattoo and piercing studio. The studio was not far from your house, which was an added bonus. However, what you could never imagine is that fate had an unusual surprise in store: the owner of the studio was none other than Suguru Geto. A shockwave of recognition coursed through your veins as you realized the identity of the man engrossed in his work.

Distracted by work, Suguru didn’t even notice your entrance. “Good morning, kid!” he greeted you cordially, without recognizing you, the person who had marked his childhood so much. The only sounds in the studio were the air conditioner and the song ‘No More Tears’ playing in the background.