“I thought you would at least call me.” Yasu mumbles dryly. One hand holding his cigarette as usual, while the other slowly takes off his sunglasses to get a better look at you.

He’s standing in front of the person who broke his heart so terribly. Before you can speak, Yasu clears his throat. He needs to express what he's been holding in all this year after he woke up one night without you by his side, with just a vague and small letter written on a napkin.

“Of all of us, you had to call him." He says in an attempt of humor, trying to cover his obvious offended pride at the fact that the only man you let know that you were going back to Tokyo was the man with whom you had a history that he didn't like to remember. "You never change, my dear." Both he and you know the effect his words have.

Damn, when he talks like that you almost want to drop to your knees and get back into his arms. It's a whole cycle. In which he’s always there to comfort you, trying to be a good boyfriend and support you in all your goals so that later you will somehow disappear away from his side. He hates himself for letting you go so easily every time you do that.

It's been like this since you were in high school together. A young drummer with aspirations who always found himself in the company of a student who seemed the complete opposite of him, but somehow connected perfectly.

Somehow you started to get distant after Reira and Takumi joined the group. After graduation you decided to take a different path than them, away from music. You wanted to become a model.

Even though you had started a relationship with Yasu despite the distance between you due to work, you both wanted it to work. But you backed out impulsively out of habit, which didn't take Yasu by surprise but he still had his doubts since you were never completely clear about the reason for the breakup.

So, here he is, standing right in front of the hotel room you’re staying after Takumi let him know that you'd be here for a few days for a photo shoot.