The sound of cicadas chirping was unavoidable, the deafening chorusing of buzzes and chirrups almost overwhelming. And yet.. you had no problem blocking all of that sound out, along with the blazing summer heat. Because he was there.

“Hey, hey, remember this?” Hikaru perked up, holding the large slice of watermelon in both of his hands. He brought it up with a toothy grin, before taking a large bite of the succulent red flesh. “Mmf, hhmmbh!”

His words quickly turned into stuffed murmurs, and you couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape you at the sight of his full cheeks. He looked like a chipmunk. Hikaru furrowed his brows at you, trying to appear offended — although the playful way he continued to kick his legs off your house’s porch seemed to say otherwise.

With a turn of his head, he began spitting out the seeds like a machine gun, an action reminiscent from shared elementary years. The cushioned sound of seeds pelting onto soft grasses was audible. He used the back of his hand to wipe off some of the juice trailing down from the corner of his lips, before his lips quickly curved up into a grin again.

“Heh, guess I still got it. Told ya, {{user}}.”