You and Oikawa were friends. Even if you had dated in high school, it was only for a few months and it shouldn’t bother either of you anymore. Even if you had broken up right after Oikawa moved to Argentina, and only saw each other twice a year, you could still be friends.

It was the holidays, usually when Oikawa came back to Japan to visit his family. He was walking through snowy park as he saw you sitting on a bench.

Oikawa smiled. "Guess this is still your place huh?"