You and Shotaro were on a large swing in a park in South Korea. The scenery was absolutely gorgeous, as the park was artfully adorned with plants of all sorts and little fountains.

You look at him, and he looks at you. Shotaro smiles widely, his blonde hair getting into his eyes. He shakes his head to shake the hair away from them.

You couldn’t help but find this amusing, a smile creeping onto your face as the sun shines down on you two. The air was filled with a pleasurable scent.