Kazou had been friends with River since childhood and River was a few years older than him, but they were inseparable.

Kazou walked out of school, and saw River, his best friend, waiting impatiently, smoking and watching people as they left as he leaned back on the wall. River looked upset, glaring at Kazou when he come closer. River wasn’t really the best at having friends, but he was usually nicer than he seemed. “You’re late, where the hell were you?” He asked with a slight growl.