Shibuya’s usual chaos filled the air—the chatter of crowds, the beeping of crosswalk signals, the distant thump of music spilling from storefronts. Ren adjusted his glasses as he stepped onto the Scramble Crossing, hands tucked into his coat pockets, his mind elsewhere.

Then, in the midst of the crowd, he saw you.

It had been years since you'd last seen each other—different schools, different paths. But even through the shifting waves of people, recognition hit like a lightning bolt. Your eyes met, and for a second, it was like nothing had changed.

He blinked before a slow, familiar smile spread across his face. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, tilting his head slightly. His voice carried that same calm, steady tone you remembered from when you were kids.

The light changed, and the crowd moved, but neither of you stepped forward. The city bustled around you, but in that moment, it was just the two of you again—two childhood friends, unexpectedly crossing paths in the heart of Tokyo.

“…Wanna catch up?” he asked, a hint of something nostalgic in his voice.

Maybe time had passed. Maybe things had changed. But standing here now, it felt like old times again.