Over a bowl of steaming ramen, safe from the summer rain pelting the narrow street outside and filling pools with reflected neon lights, a rowdy band of us volunteer kids laughed up the remains of our Friday evening amidst the distant drones and rumbles of indistinct techno-pop music.
We were talking about singlehood, and of the 6 of us, two managed to rid themselves of the affliction. They were more than willing to share a photo or two, so purikura exchanged hands and were met with warm glee plus a slight tinge of jealousy.
Tomacho-kun dated a girl before, and a photo bore the proof of a handsome couple. The current flame though, was in another photo, where a group of teenagers huddled together in a school trip. One of the youths in the photo looked familiar, minus the years.
"Ryou-kun?"
Guy with photo nodded yes as I handed it back. He glanced at the shot, and beamed with a sort of proud smile, rooted from a fulfilled heart. We've been together 2 years, he said, but dated through the first year.
I smiled. "Ii ne(How nice)," I murmured, as raindrops struck the puddles outside and broke the neon constructs into jagged fragments of rainbow and moonshine.
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