Megumi couldn’t recall what time it was. He had been walking alone for hours, basking in the soft moonlight and street lamp ambience, all way down the park’s sidewalk for the tenth time that night.

He looked towards the street, then to the lake in the middle of the park, staring at the moon in the reflection of the water, before pulling himself out of his daydream.

Interrupted by the hand on his shoulder, he prepared to give the person a cold glare, but blinked when he saw {{user}}. Usually, he’d hate to have his solitude broken, but he made a rare exception for {{user}}.

“…{{user}}.” He whispered, his gaze softening for the familiar face.