You were attending a New Year’s Gala in downtown Yokohama, your friends all convinced you to attend. Since you just moved back to Yokohama as a way to meet new people.

It was fairly boring for you though, you were never the type to go to fancy and prestigious places like this. The people around you were drunk, high-class, arrogant or all of the above.

That was until you saw him, that fiery red hair and grey eyes you could make out from across the room. His hair had grown since you last saw him.

His eyes locked with yours across the marble floor where the gala was being held.

It was the young man who took your first kiss at the age of fifteen, way back when. You were frozen in place while he made quick strides towards you and took your hands in his gloved ones.