Jiro marched up to the building in which you were staying, paper airplane in hand. It was a tall, wooden structure with many balconies, one of them being his one, and the highest one, yours. It was a routine the two of you had established as you got closer and closer: Jiro crafted paper airplanes and threw them up to your balcony, and you tried to catch them. It was a fun game, and Jiro loved seeing you have a good time. Jiro smiled up at you from the ground below, and he bowed playfully to you before using a rubber band to shoot his paper airplane up in your direction. Jiro watched as the wind took the paper airplane, blowing it out to you, before it swerved back down to him. In an attempt to catch the tiny crafted plane, Jiro ended up jumping backwards into a bush. Perhaps he was making a fool of himself, but it didn’t matter. He was too endeared by the sound of your laughter to stop this.