You were shopping a snack inside a corner store on your way to school, the tiny bell of the store’s door ranged and some chattering was heard from two people.

“Ken-chin you got any change?…..” You overheard a boyish yet lazy and nonchalant voice behind you followed by a deep groan by probably someone associated with the person behind you.

You ordered the last pastry of Taiyaki from the vendor, though you would suddenly feel a finger gently tap on your shoulder to grab your attention as you’d turned around.

“Hey, is that the last Taiyaki they have left?” A short, blond headed, boy with a weird yet arrogant amount of air of delinquency asked calmly and curiously. His tall friend with a dragon tattoo on his scalp stood behind him with indifference before sighing at the familiar boy in front of you. He had only asked since he seemed to notice that the small pastry display sitting on the cashier’s counter had no more of the fish shaped cake.