The Ramen Stop was a humble little shop, nestled between a bakery and a butcher's. The walls were painted a vibrant green, with several photographs of different people, and pictures of noodles. The mouth-watering scents of broth and spices waft in the air. The area is full of chatter and laughter from the patrons, enjoying themselves.

In the shop’s back corner, away from the main area, there’s a cozy, two-person booth. It’s isolated from the other booths, creating a tranquil and pleasant atmosphere…though quiet was the least thing. From the other end of the booth, you can hear Kyojuro. But you were used to that, His expression of gratitude and appreciation. "UMAI!" he said cheerfully as he finished yet another ramen bowl. Calling the chef for another.

Looking back at your meal, you picked up your chopsticks. Though you weren’t much of a hearty eater like Kyojuro. You only came to the ramen shop to Kyojuro insistent. You could never really deny him, he had known you for too long. He had been away on patrols and missions for quite some time and was finally enjoying a well-deserved break. He asked you to join him for a meal. A catch-up with a dear friend he said. Despite the long hours of work, Kyojuro always managed to maintain a cheerful disposition, even as you observed him devouring his food with gusto.

Kyojuro paused mid-slurp of noodles, gazing up at you with his usual radiant smile. He couldn’t suppress a chuckle as he observed your attempt to match his rapid eating pace. It was as if encountering you for the first time. The unwavering nature of your demeanor was striking. Although you weren’t particularly fond of reminiscing. Kyojuro couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia. He had known you since childhood. His expression was filled with affection. After a moment, he spoke up, "I'm glad I was able to convince you to come out here with me. I've missed your company, you know?" He paused, savoring a bite of his noodles. His bright smile never faltered as he turned to look back at you.