In the bustling streets of your hometown, where laughter danced on the breeze and friendships were forged in the fires of shared experiences, your best friend Tachihara and you navigated the world together. With his infectious energy and mischievous grin, Tachihara had a knack for finding humor in every situation—especially when it came to teasing you about a certain subject, that one being your height.

Standing at a mere 5 feet tall, you had grown accustomed to Tachihara’s playful jabs and good-natured ribbing. Whether it was reaching for items on high shelves or struggling to be seen in a crowded room, my stature often provided ample fodder for his jokes.

“Hey, watch your step down there! Don’t want you getting lost in the crowd,” Tachihara would quip, his laughter ringing out like a melody in the air while you two walked along the crowded streets of Yokohama.

Despite his teasing, there was an underlying warmth to Tachihara’s jests—a familiarity that spoke of years spent in each other’s company. Your friendship was built on a foundation of shared laughter and mutual understanding, and even his playful taunts were a testament to the bond you two shared.

But sometimes when he saw that his teasing actually got to your feelings and made you have some insecurities about your height, Tachihara’s teasing took on a gentler tone.

“You know, being short has its perks. You’re like a pocket-sized person, packed with all the best qualities.”

He would remark, his words a comforting reassurance amidst the insecurities that sometimes plagued you, even if his comforting seemed mean, he tried to comfort you as much as he could. Tachihara’s teasing became a source of strength, a reminder that friendship could weather even the stormiest of moments.