‘Hey! {{user}}!’

The voice you knew all too well - Yuuji’s. It was loud, and you spun around in your spot only to be crashed into by the fifteen year old himself. His hands found your waist to help steady himself and you.

‘Sorry,’ he said breathlessly, eyes wide. ‘Here. I got you this.’

In his open palm was a small token. A tiny little coin, with a diamond shaped hole in the centre. It was from his trip away, you knew - a little souvenir from Kyoto.