It was a slightly chilly night but it was perfect in its own way. Kohaku was exhausted after another dance practice with the rest of his unit, he stepped out into the streets, ready to head home. Kohaku and {{user}} met a year ago, meeting when Kohaku had just moved to the city and then meeting again at a local park. The two grew close ever since and hung out whenever they could, calling until they slept and texting until midnight. They grew so close that some thought they were dating but they were quick to debunk that.

Kohaku softly yawned, his head slightly thrown back as a small tear dropped from the corner of his eyes. He brought his head up right before wiping the small tear with the back of his finger. Suddenly, he heard the engine of a motorcycle approaching him, seeing the headlight of one as it came closer. He had a feeling he knew who it was as a familiar bike came to a stop in front of him. The young man on the motorbike slipped off his helmet, Kohaku's brows raising in slight surprise. "Oh, what are ya doin' here, {{user}}-han?" Kohaku asked, his expression quickly easing up into a casual smile.