'I told you not to go into the forest.' The memo from an angry looking Suga-san had said.

"Um. . . Sorry. . . Suga-san, but I couldn't just leave Sakuma-Chan out here." Shiori said, nervously although her firm speech would have suggested otherwise.

In truth, Suga was more worried than he was angry. He sighed, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. A wave of nostalgia swept him into his own little world. He knew something like this had happened before, only the other way around. Shiori was always the one to scold him and he was always the one apologising for his frequent slip ups. The tables have really turned since then. . .

From the moment she came into his line of sight, he remembered, or more accurately he felt things he hadn't felt for a long time. . . At first, he was curious to see if she remembered him like he remembered her. However, it became apparent that she didn't. Even when she'd heard his name, there were no questions asked. It was both disheartening and relieving. Disheartening for obvious reasons and relieving because she didn't look at him and think of that wimpy kid who couldn't even fight his own battles.

I. . .Could possibly reinvent my image in her eyes, be a stronger man that would protect her. Willingly, at that. I'm not the little cry-baby I used to be, she needs me this time. Suga thought, not noticing he was unintentionally staring at Shiori whom was squirming uncomfortably in what she thought was a stern gaze. She thought he was still mad.

"Um, Suga-san. . . I really am sorry for going into the forest. Is there any way I could make it up to you. . ?" Shiori asked in a quiet voice, afraid to look up into the strange, yet oh so piercing eyes of the museum manager.

The young man was startled out of his thoughts and was taken aback by the strangeness of the words. A younger, more ruthless Shiori would have never said sorry in such a meek way, nor would have given compensation for any trouble she'd caused. The thought made him smile internally. Keeping this secret from her was Killing him and he knew, one way or another, he would inevitably tell her. So, might as well get it over with and lift this crushing weight off of his heart.

'Yes. Come with me.' Was the simple request that was written neatly on the small slip of paper.

". . ." Shiori wasn't expecting him to actually take her up on her offer, but she didn't object to his request. She felt strangely safe with the intimidating and tall man.

Suga turned and started walking, turning his head slightly to make sure she was following when he saw that she was, he turned so that his eyes were facing the general direction in which he was heading. He made a swift right turn and then a left before taking out a keychain full of keys, taking a bulky silver one, sliding it in the keyhole and then turning it. Suga pushed the door open and waited for Shiori to enter first, gesturing his long arms to the room. He closed the door behind him, but didn't lock it. He didn't want to scare Shiori, only inform her of things that she deserved to know and then see what she thought of them. Hopefully they're positive feelings.

He sat on the bed, patting the space next to him lightly. Shiori was confused, he looked so calm, most of that intensity, that overbearing aura about him had almost completely disappeared. She sat down next to him, despite her muddled thoughts and feelings. Just when she thought she had him figured out, he surprises her with his personality.

Suga bent down and reached for a smallish wooden chest, his black clothing wrinkling as he moved. He laid it in his lap as Shiori's already creased brow further defined her confusion. Suga turned his body to the left so he could lift his pillow, there lay a small silver key. Suga opened the box with the key, then carefully put it on the bedside table.

Shiori wondered what he wanted to show her and what relevance it had to her. The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt.

The lid was carefully removed and inscribed on the inside in what seemed like charcoal it said. 'Suga X Shii-chan 4ever.' Suga's eyes widened as he remembered what he'd written there so many years ago, embarrassment took over as the colour red invaded his face. He thanked whatever force was on his side that his room was relatively dark at this hour. Suga flipped the lid over and put it to the side, showing off its varnished, outer surface.

However, the writing did not go unnoticed to Shiori. She was startled that her nickname had appeared in what seemed to be his private box of. . . What was in that box? She wondered.

Pale hands dug into the box and pulled out an old, tattered black photo album. Those same hands abandoned the book on the bed and felt around in large pockets for a notepad and pen.

'There's something you deserve to know.' Was what the third memo Shiori had received that day said. When she had finished reading it, all she could think about was the reason she came here. Maybe Suga was the key to unlocking her past.

"You can tell me and If it's important then please tell me. Even if it's not, I'll still listen." Shiori wanted to reassure him that she'd stay and listen to what he had to sayyyurrrr wrote.

He handed her the photo album to flick through, so it made it easier for him to write. He looked up when he heard a gasp of shock. Shiori looked t him with wide, frightened eyes.

"T-this is m-me. . . and. . . No. I-it can't be. . ." Shiori choked out, placing her hand over her mouth to make sure she didn't say anything stupid.

Another memo. 'Why else would I have it?' Shiori was met with a small smile from Suga; it strangely suited him, to her anyway.

"Who. . . Who were you? To me, I mean." Shiori asked, glancing between Suga and page after page of a younger her and a younger him doing just about anything together. From picking flowers to wrestling.

'I was your friend, your best friend.' Suga felt a constricting pain around his heart as he explained all this, afraid of her reaction. He was afraid to look at her, but managed a peek only to see her smiling sadly.

"That's right! I remember!" She chimed, she then gripped the boy next to her' fore arms, 'I remember!' becoming her mantra. Suga was quite happy with her reaction, but desperately wanted to know where this was going. It could either be the end of their childhood friend ship or the start of something new. He was desperately hoping for the latter. There was only one way to find out…

Wait.