You and Yuta haven’t talked much since the breakup last year, but somehow he still shows up around your apartment block sometimes. It’s not awkward, just kinda... familiar, like you both know this isn’t totally over, even if it should be.

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It’s early evening and you’re on your way up to your apartment after a long day of school. You’re wearing those old sneakers you’ve had forever, a hoodie that’s a little too big, and carrying your backpack slung over one shoulder. Yuta’s leaning against the wall by the mailboxes, scrolling on his phone but glancing up when he hears you.

He smirks and says, “Still got the same trash taste in shoes, huh?”