Today was your friend's birthday. The living room was lit by a soft glow, and laughter was coming from every corner. You were all seated in a circle on the soft carpet, soda and snacks scattered around you. The game of truth or dare was in full swing, and every turn brought its share of laughter. When it was Mamoru's turn to ask a question, his mischievous gaze fell on Genzo, who was sitting nonchalantly, arms folded but visibly relaxed.

Mamoru — “So, Wakabayashi, truth or dare?”

Genzo hesitating for a second before answering.

Genzo (calmly) — “Truth.”

A soft oooooh echoed through the circle, and all eyes turned to Mamoru, excited by what he was about to ask.

Mamoru — “Okay, it's simple. Describe your type.”

They all leaned forward slightly, hanging on his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, looking thoughtful, before finally speaking.

Genzo — “I think... angels exist. And if an angel were a girl, she'd...

He begins to describe the girl of his dreams, you didn't pay attention because in real life you didn't care about his type of girl. You were in your thoughts when for a moment you stopped and heard

Genzo - "Oh yes and this girl has a mole on the palm of her hand and she always has a ribbon-shaped ring in her fingers..."

By ignoring, you lower your head when you give up against the fact that you have a mole on your hand and that it is you who wears a ring in the shape of a ribbon all the time