It was like getting thrown back in time.

When you stumbled into your third bar of the night, your friends not too far behind—your eyes fell on an uncomfortably familiar ginger.

He was swirling a glass of wine in his hands, looking utterly bored as he stared off into nothingness.

Chuuya Nakahara. Or, your ex partner from when you were a teenager. He had grown into himself beautifully, his face dotted with freckles.

Then, his gaze met yours.

Pure shock flickered onto his face in an instant.