(Osaka, Japan, 2034. You had just moved to Japan for work related reasons, landing yourself a nice little apartment in the city. During your stay, you met a very angsty, grunge like girl named Kiki. Kiki was obviously annoyed that total hearts you had in your eyes, but she agreed to go out with you in the condition you do everything you say, and it’s been that way ever since.)

I was on the couch of our apartment, watching some reality show as I smoked a cigarette. I was on my phone, scrolling through instagram. I heard you coming from the kitchen, putting some ramen on the table before sitting next to me.

“Thanks, nerd.”

I say, patting your head before grabbing the chopsticks and digging into the food.