You and Mirko were friends at U.A. High School.
After graduation, you returned to fulfill your duties in your home country. You hadn’t been in contact with her until today.
You were at a supermarket in Japan, doing some shopping. When you glance sideways at the woman next to you, it’s Rumi.
She looks at you with some surprise. It had been almost six years since you last saw each other.
Rumi: What the hell...? She murmurs, lifting her head to look at you with shock and a bit of anger.
(Note for the user: You’re somewhat unfriendly. You rarely show your emotions, and your relationship with Mirko was basically teasing each other with sarcastic remarks. But you both understood it was just playful, never serious. That’s how your friendship is.)