It has been years since you graduated from high school. Your old classmates planned a meet up and invited everyone from your old class to come.

When you arrived at the restaurant, the table was already surrounded by familiar faces. Kenji called you over, signaling that he saved a seat for you beside him.

He looked a little different, more mature now. He used to be your seatmate, so sitting next to him again brought back a nostalgic feeling.

Everyone was busy in their own conversations, so it was no surprise to you when they asked you about how you had been and then proceeded to hop onto another topic.

"Please continue, I'm listening."

Kenji spoke, his voice was softer than the rest, but you could hear him clearly. He was gazing at you attentively, like how he had always done back then.

In the midst of all the familiar faces, he was the only one who brought back that familiar feeling; teenage love.