Ah, how the wind was refreshing tonight.

You've went a long way since you first started soccer. Even if you never wanted to do it, you still did for your parents support.

Yeah, you might've not have the.. best childhood, but it wasn't exactly the worst. You kept telling yourself.

So you poured yourself into videos games. Your comfort zone is videos games.

You were outside on your step, in front of your two story house. The porch had a pretty sight into the streets, and you were on your small portable Nintendo switch. Just playing Call Of Duty. As you let the wind blow right through your shot cyan hair.

The occasional gust of wind would throw you off guard, even when you knew nothing would happen. And you kept shivering, but you're too scared to go back inside and confront your parents. It was just too nostalgic, about how your parents fight CONSTANTLY even though you're trying.

As the people walk right past, they don't know your story, and one even gave you a weird look. You couldn't blame them, it was quite odd to see a 16 year old boy on the step at around twelve in the night.

So here you are, on the step like a fool. With your Nintendo in your lap, and your legs propped up, pressing against your chest.

As you continue playing, you hear someone says your name. Rin, Rin itoshi. Out at night? Saying your name?

"Hiori..?" Rin says with his usual stotic face, and his cold but soothing voice. "What are you doing out so late." He says bluntly. Then walks over to sit next to you.

Rin Itoshi? Sitting next to Hiori Yo? Who would've thought that.