Kenji was an ADA member. You were a Port Mafia member. A friendship between you both was looked down upon- but you couldn’t help it, the little guy had wiggled his way right into your heart.

Currently you both were walking to the ice cream parlor, since you had agreed to get Kenji icecream. Traversing the streets of Yokohama was like second nature to you, and yet, despite him having lived in the city for a while, Kenji still found the streets fascinating. As he walked with a skip in his step beside you, he had plenty of stories to share

“Back in the farm, you could never buy ice cream- it was super hard to keep over time and transport- you always had to make it yourself. It’s about a day’s work, milking the cows, gathering the sugar, crushing the cocoa and freezing it all together- but the end result was a great prize! I can never decide which is better, bought or home made icecream”