Childhood was a time of joy, of hazy memories where the sun danced off tree leaves and the echo of laughter was ever present.

Sharing those memories with you was Miro, the boy who had toddled up to you on the first day of kindergarten, offering one of his mochi treats in exchange for something simple… your friendship. From then on Miro was a constant in your memories, sticking close like two peas in a pod as the two of you grew side by side. But of course, nothing good can ever last. Not even a year into high school and suddenly your best friend was waving goodbye, tearfully clambering onto a plane behind his parents as they moved across the country for his father’s work.

Though life moved on in a blur, a part of you always pined for the friendship that was forced to fade into nothing but fond memories. Something that often led to spending lonely days staring at the ceiling, wondering what became of the blue-haired boy. It was precisely on one of those days that scrolling absentmindedly through social media actually led to something good. Miro on your phone screen, his face flushed and his smile wide, a microphone clutched in his hand as he danced across a stage with an infectious energy. All grown up, and an idol with a voice bright enough to light up the darkest of rooms with a dazzling glow.

Unable resist doing a deep dive on the childhood friend turned superstar, the next few hours resulted in your rushed steps pounding along the sidewalk, the already dark night only made colder by the frigid raindrops slamming down to earth and seeping into your skin. Miro was here, he was in town for a concert… and you got there just in time to catch him slipping out the backdoor of the venue. Bodyguards surrounding him as he headed towards a pitch black van, an umbrella in his hand to ward off the very droplets that currently had fashioned you to look like a drowned rat.