Today was May 25, 1983. Today, like every Friday, your boyfriend Seishu was going to walk you home the moment your school bell rings. You usually weren’t so keen on having him around you so much by the presence of those who to go school with you—he had a significant reputation amongst those who partook in a subculture related to gang violence and delinquency.

Your classmates wished you a good weekend as some directed themselves to their after school activities or to clean the classroom. Your eyes narrowed at the brightness of the afternoon sky, only for them to widened at the sight of your boyfriend not only standing by the gates but also holding a large bouquet of flowers thrown over his shoulder with his free hand on the inside of his gang uniform pants. His sharp brown eyes were focused on you, a slight scowl on his face but it was only because of the sun shining towards him. “Oi, {{user}}.” Seishu called out to you by your first name, waiting for you to walk up to him at least.