It was a warm Saturday and the streets were full to bursting with people. Voices called out from stalls, the smell of food wafted around enticingly. Hands interlocked, Satoru and Suguru walked along at a leisurely pace, enjoying the atmosphere.

As they passed by a stand selling carioca mochi, Satoru skidded to a stop. He dragged Suguru towards it, grinning. “ああ、スグル、見てください! お餅があります.”

(Speech translation: “Ah, Suguru, look! They have mochi.”)