'We have to win! For Raimon!' The young boy thought in his head. Picking himself up, he was covered in dust and bruises from the metal bars, 'Get up you good for nothing piece of crap!' The young boy slowly charged towards the goal as he passed every lying body on the ground. They looked dead to him.

He flinched in pain for every step he took to reach the goal with the goalkeeper lying face first on the ground. No. He couldn't pity him. Not now. He had to make the goal. For Raimon.

The young boy halted to a stop when he heard his name and looked behind him to see his captain running towards him with a terrified expression and couldn't figure out why.

"Watch out!"

Hearing a loud clanking sound coming above, the young boy threw his head up and his eyes widened in a second.

His face, his entire body was about to be pierced by a falling metal bar.

Just moments before the metal bar reached his nose, he felt a sharp pain from his side rib which forced his body to fly off in the opposite direction. The boy landed on the ground on all four before rolling a few centimetres away from where he was standing; grunting in pain, his vision had suddenly turned blurry as he tried to focus his vision on the blurry wet red dots on his hand.

It was blood.

And before he knew it, his entire body was splattered with fresh red blood, but it wasn't his blood, it was someone else's. Captain.

Upon realizing it, he directed his view to see a large metal bar standing vertically on the spot here he had been standing before he was pushed out of harm's way, but that wasn't why he screamed that grabbed everyone's attention. It was the bloody arm of the dead captain that showed under the metal bar with the captain's band shred into pieces.

"CAPTAIN!" Omiwari's magenta eyes finally snapped opened. He wasn't even aware that he closed his eyes as he stared into the eyes of his glaring teammate who had probably spent about a good 5 seconds calling his name endlessly.

"W-what?" The captain stuttered and blinked unconsciously. He had never stuttered before. His teammate had the light pink hair and amber eyes as he placed his knuckles on his hips and raised an eyebrow, "You're really off your game now Renon." Yamada Baron said, eyeing his captain suspiciously.

Omiwari let out a "tch" sound and whipped his head to the side as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Just when he thought he could avoid his teammates for just one day, he was wrong. His best friend and goalkeeper walked up to them when he noticed they were acting weird, mainly the captain.

"Hey Renon. Bara." Namayaki greeted with a wave, reaching his two classmates. He seemed to be in a good mood today, then again he was always in a good mood, "What'cha up to?"

"Nothing really," Yamada replied, "We were just in a middle of a discussion of getting new members before our dear CAPTAIN here zoned out."

Omiwari glared at the pink haired boy. He hated it when people used his position as captain of the team to mock him, and like the others this one was no exception as the other boy glared back, equally as annoyed as he was.

Namayaki chuckled and shook his head in disbelief and amusement. To think that the captain of the Raimon soccer club could zone out, "Well this new. The captain of Raimon's starting to zone out. Have something on your mind that's troubling ya?"

Omiwari looked at gave him a dark look. Namayaki raised his hands in front of him defensively, "I'm just asking! A-Anyways, what's all this talk about new members?"

Yamada smiled brightly as he looked at Namayaki with his amber eyes, "Noza's found a student who's willing to join!"

"Really!? That's great! When's the entry exam?" Namayaki eagerly asked, leaning forward and unconsciously raising his fists to the pink haired boy who did the same in excitement. They ignored the "tch" sound made from the captain who peeked at them with one eye opened.

"Tomorrow." Yamada replied, his smile growing even bigger, "And we got another two more extras who're joining too!" As the two "childish idiots", as Omiwari calls them, ran in circles and screaming like little 6-year-old girls in excitement. He silently walked away and left them alone with people staring at them. 5th period was about to start and he didn't want to be late. As the Raimon captain, he was always punctual, but he just couldn't shake off the thought of having people willingly to join only now.

'Freaking thoughts.' Omiwari thought irritably as he immediately ran after his two classmates that passed him to class when the bell rang.

The next day came fast, the students headed to school, had their classes and the club activities had started.

Hiromi was accompanied by Sora to the field as they walked in silence. The bluenette decided she wanted to sign up for a manager so she could cheer on the brunette.

"You don't think I'll have to take an exam do you?" Sora asked as Hiromi shrugged, not entirely concern as Sora was.

Once they reached the field, they saw the team running laps while the coach of the team and their managers sat and watched them from the sidelines.

'Must be a daily thing.' Hiromi guessed, watching the players slow down and panting as she and Sora walked down the stone stairs. Being caught up in her own thoughts about her entry exam, Hiromi wasn't aware of anyone walking up to her.

"You must be that girl everyone's talking about." Hiromi's heart leaped and staggered back. Like before, she was met face to face with a face of a stranger. Hiromi was lost for words as the man continued speaking.

"I'm Shingestu Nagito, it's a pleasure to meet you." He was a tall man with messy jet black hair and brown eyes. He wore clear circular glasses, pointed shoes and a suit. Hiromi took some time to compile herself before speaking and rudely and unconsciously pointing.

"Uh... hi?" Hiromi wanted to kick herself for sounding so weird. Why couldn't she just introduce herself like any normal person does? Just say "Hi there! I'm Hiromi!" and go off from there! Simple right?

No. Hiromi immediately snapped out of her thoughts to avoid staring and making a face. Thankfully, the man didn't seem to notice a bit.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He said with an apologetic smile, "After my players told me about you, Naomi and I were quite eager to meet you. Though, unfortunately, I think she'll be running late."

Hiromi began to take a step back while unconsciously holding out her hands, "Yeah, it's... a nice to meet you too... uh..."

"Oh yes, I'm the coach of the team. Sorry in advance to my forgetfulness."

"Yeah..."

Awkward silence fill the air.

The coach clapped his hands together, averting his eyes somewhere else before back to the two girls, "Well, I suppose you're here for the entry exam, Hiromi. Follow me." He motioned to them and walked away to the bench. Hiromi and Sora threw each other uncertain glances before trailing after him.

"Hiromi." Sora whispered in her ear, startling the brunette by how close her breath was, "How did the coach know your name? Did you tell anyone?" Hiromi blinked. She hadn't noticed as she recalled back her earlier conversation with the Raimon coach.

"I don't know." Hiromi finally whispered back. She did find it confusing he knew her name when she clearly remembered she didn't TELL anyone other than Sora, "I don't think I told anyone but you."

"What about in class? Didn't anyone, or the teacher hear your introduction? One of them must have heard and told the coach."

"Doubt so. Our class is the noisiest. There's no way anybody could have heard anyone's introduction." Hiromi shot back as her eyes drifted over to how close they were to the tent, "I'll find out."

Sora eyed the brunette worriedly before turning her attention to two senior girls waiting for them to show up. Hiromi figured they were the managers managing the club.

The first girl was taller than Hiromi with bright red-orange hair that reached down to her middle back with blue to green ombre dye and purple eyes. And to Hiromi's utter belief, the fiery redhead was actually Nishiki's elder twin sister.

"You're his twin!?" Hiromi pointed at the girl named Nishiki Miwana in disbelief.

"Gotta believe it short stack." Miwana replied rather coolly, "We get that a lot so it's not a surprise."

The girl beside Miwana had light teal hair tied in two twin tails, but the one of the right side was braided instead of letting it loose. She had kind pink eyes that looked at Hiromi with innocence as she held a sketchbook close to her chest.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Hatsune Kimiko greeted with a smile. Hiromi bit the inside of her cheek, 'Not this again.'

To Hiromi's relief, Sora jumped in and saved her, "I'm Amimeya Sora! Nice to meet you!" The bluenette instantly grabbed Kimiko's hands who looked at her startled before smiling gently.

"And to you as well." Kimiko replied, "Are you here to join as a manager?"

"How did you know?"

"I saw your name on the form. That's how I knew."

Something instantly clicked in Hiromi's brain. Kimiko had hinted a very crucial piece of information to the brunette who was left to ponder over about it. Didn't everyone have to fill out a form if they wanted to join? If she recalled, Hiromi was never informed of filling out a form, let alone fill out one or was given one. In fact, shouldn't the advisor of the club have the forms. Hiromi was in doubt that she even MET the advisor given that the coach stated she wasn't here. So how? How did her name get on the form if she never has seen it? Unless...

Sora beamed and clapped hands together, "T-Thank you for having me! I promise I'll be great help!"

"I'm sure you will. Welcome to the club Amemiya-san." The coach congratulated before whirling his head at Hiromi, "We have another two students who are partaking in the entry exam. We're supposed to wait for them unless you want to start with the introductions."

Hiromi shook her head, "I rather wait. It wouldn't be fair for them if we were introduced now." The coach gave an affirmative nod and began to call in his players from their daily run.

"Kuroyama! Be careful!" Hiromi jumped in shock and tossed her head over to the sound of the cry. Before her mind could register what happen, her legs took over and she was running towards a pair of students collapsed on the ground.

"Victor!?" Hiromi heard Sora yell in astonishment before coming to a stop before the pair of students.

'That's Victor!?'

Yesterday morning

"Geez Victor." Sora pouted at the navy blue spiked haired boy with lime coloured eyes who trailed slowly after her. Sora had her hands on her hips as she impatiently waited for her childhood friend, "Why are you so slow?"

"Why are YOU so fast?" Victor retorted, jogging up to meet back with the bluenette. He had to endure running after the enthusiastic girl all the way to school, and he sure as hell couldn't manage to keep up.

"Because!" Sora said exasperated for the fifth time in a row, "It's the first day of junior high! Aren't you excited Victor? We're finally going to the same school we've begged our parents for!"

"By 'we', you mean 'YOU'." Victor shot back with a hint of jest as the bluenette playfully stuck her tongue out at him, "Your dad wanted to enroll you into Arakumo Gakuen-"

"But since he has a great relationship with your dad who's from Raimon, he allowed me to come here!" Sora interrupted with a lilt, joyfully skipping on the pathway. It made it easier for the navy hair boy to keep up with her now. But he mentally slapped himself for thinking it too soon.

"Race you to the school hall!" Sora blurted out, giving him no time to register what she said.

"H-Hey, wait up!" He yelled, giving chase to her. Making a swift turn at the gate entrance, it was far too late to stop himself from crashing into someone.

"Hey!"

Victor stumbled and fell on his bottom as he heard a womanly voice call out to him with concern, "Oh my goodness! Are you alright?"

Opening his eyes from the pain, Victor saw a woman with purple eyes and long, wavy strawberry blonde hair. She wore red glasses and a red business suit. She was carrying a clipboard as a man wearing a security uniform stood behind her, stretching his neck to catch a glimpse of him.

"I-I'm fine. Thank you miss." Victor stuttered as he refused her hand and stood up by himself. Craning his neck to the side, he couldn't see any sign of Sora anywhere within the crowd of students. He sighed in exasperation.

"That's a relief." The woman spoke up, jerking him out of his thoughts, "You should watch where you're running. You don't want to get anyone or yourself injured." Victor's face flushed pure red in embarrassment.

"Come on now Naomi. Stop messing with his head, he's a freshman." The security guard named Takashima Irou (from the badge) stepped in, sending a disapproving look to the woman. Victor noticed he was a plumped man and somewhere in his 30's with greying hair and black eyes.

"I'm not! I'm just warning him." The woman named Naomi shot back before turning back to Victor, "Since you're new here, why don't I introduce myself. I'm Naomi Kanon, tactical adviser of the Raimon soccer club."

"Soccer club?" Victor inquired.

"Hmm? Of course! Are you interested in joining? I know it's your first day and all, but I say 'the earlier the better'! Naomi flipped the clipboard with stacks of empty fill out forms for the soccer club.

"When's the entry exam?" Victor asked, flipping the papers until he stopped at one completely filled out.

"Well, if nobody else is interested in joining, I'd say... tomorrow! So, do you want to join?" Victor looked up and saw a pen held in front of his face. Without thinking, he made up his mind and took the pen. He didn't notice the beaming smile Naomi was giving him as he filled out his form.

"A striker. Nice choice." Takashima complimented, eyeing Victor's form once he gave it back.

"I had a lot of experience during elementary school." Victor told them with a sheepish smile as he recalled his early memories of elementary school, "I was named the blue knight during that time."

"Then I hope you'll keep living up to that name Matsukaze/Tsurugi-san." Naomi said as Victor blushed again. Excusing himself, the navy haired boy ran off, leaving the two adults in a dust.

"Well, I'll be off now Taki-kun!" Nami suddenly cried, doing a happy skip, "The soccer club needs me!"

Takashima nodded lazily, waving her merriment dismissively, "I'll see you later Naomi." He watched the strawberry blond haired woman marched off, a woman on a mission, before turning back to the guard house to keep an eye out for late students.

Meanwhile, while Victor was running away in embarrassment, he didn't notice a really short person in his way and tripped over them.

"OW!"

Abruptly sitting up from his fall, Victor saw the person he tripped over rubbing his head in agonizing pain.

"I'm really sorry about that!" Victor apologized, immediately standing up and offering the short boy a hand. The boy had silver blue hair which fell over his white headband and greyish brown eyes. Victor was relief it wasn't a teacher he tripped over, but couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt rushing into him.

"It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks for asking!" The other boy quickly replied, waving his hands in front of him in dismissal. He graciously took Victor's hand and was pulled back up on his feet.

"I'm Kuroyama Yuuya by the way." The short boy introduced with a big grin, "This is my first day of junior high! And you are?"

Victor merely blinked at his reply before shaking out of his thoughts, "I'm Victor. Nice to meet you Kuroyama." He offered his hand again and they shook hands, "I want to ask, are you the guy who signed up for the soccer club?"

Kuroyama was taken aback, "Eh!? I am! How did you know? Unless... You're joining too right!?" For being an extremely short boy, he could jump frighteningly high. Victor was startled and frightened by Kuroyama's joyous face meeting his.

"What position are you joining as?" Kuroyama eagerly asked, "I'm joining as a goalkeeper!"

A took a while for Victor to compose himself once the short boy had landed on his two feet. No signs of being in pain, "Striker."

"Really!? That's so cool! You must be really good at it, right?"

Victor smiled, deciding to give the short boy credit, "Not as cool as being a goalkeeper. You jump pretty high."

"Really? Heh, thanks. That's my strongest trait." Kuroyama's face turned pink from embarrassment as he scratched his head, "This is awesome! I never thought I meet someone else joining the club! Do you think-"

Kuroyama spun himself around and his mouth suddenly hung open and his face went horrorstruck before his could finish his sentence. Victor was about to ask him "what's wrong?" when he cringed at the loud slap the short boy gave to his face.

"WE'RE LATE!" Kuroyama shrieked, his eyes fixated on the giant school clock. In a blink of an eye, Victor was forcefully dragged all the way to the hall with his wrist tightly gripped by the short boy.

Once they reached the entrance, they silently made their way to two empty seats in the last row of first-year students. Thankfully, the principal was starting his speech on the podium. Kuroyama whispered after the school bell rang, "That was a close one wasn't it?"

Victor wasn't paying attention as he gave a quick reply, "Yeah." He was scanning the hall in hopes of finding his childhood friend sitting somewhere among the students. He eyes immediately fixed themselves on the bluenette sitting about two or three rows ahead of him.

He saw her turned around, not to him but instead a brunette girl sitting beside her who was currently dozing off. Sora shook her awake to which the brunette jolted up with a shock and glared at her.

"What are you looking at Victor?" He heard Kuroyama asked when the shorter boy notice his frozen gaze. Kuroyama shifted his view to Victor's but couldn't find out what he was looking at. He threw the taller boy an inquiring look when he replied, "It's nothing." and looked back at the rows of students. Kuroyama frowned before focusing on the principal's speech.

It took some time for Victor to pull Kuroyama away from his seat who was furiously copying everything else left on the blackboard before the teacher, Aishima-sensei, erased it. Kuroyama, unfortunately, had been arranged a seat at the back of the class and wasn't tall enough to see over the student's shoulder. Victor sat in front of him.

"Come on Kuroyama!" Victor grunted, pulling the shorter boy's arm while the other was preoccupied with a pen. Kuroyama didn't budge as he continued to stay frozen in his seat and his head moving from the blackboard and to his notes every few seconds, "I copied everything! I can lend you my notes!"

At that moment, Kuroyama stopped writing. Victor didn't realize that the shorter boy had let go of his strength and literally pulled him off his seat. They crashed to the floor with a loud thud as Kuroyama exclaimed loudly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier!?"

Victor pushed the angered boy off and got up, dusting himself. Victor walked out of the classroom with Kuroyama tagging along behind him, still complaining and putting the blame on the navy haired boy.

They arrived at the canteen where hundreds of students sat and ate lunch together. Victor and Kuroyama sat together with a bunch of first years from their class. Victor looked around the canteen, hoping he could find his childhood friend eating in the midst of students.

'She's not here.' Victor concluded sadly as he figured he'd try finding her outside eating. When he was assigned the class, he got into the same class with Kuroyama. He had his hopes up when he thought he was going to be with Sora. He didn't hate Kuroyama, but this was his childhood friend they were talking about. The only person that stuck with him through thick and thin and through their growth together. His thoughts were later completely destroyed by Kuroyama's voice, "Come on. I think I see a table somewhere over there."

Judging by his voice, he seemed to have cooled down about their little fight earlier. They sat down and opened their containers of food before Kuroyama exclaimed, "Wow Victor! Did your mom make that for you!"

Blushing, the taller boy replied back, "M-My friend's mum made it for me."

"Wow." Kuroyama repeated, drooling, "She can cook really well." He was standing on the edge of his seat before falling back on it and opening his own container. It wasn't anything extraordinary like Victor's; all that was in the container was just a piece of bread and some baked beans. Not being bothered by it, Kuroyama happily dug into his food as Victor stared at him with pitiful eyes.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Kuroyama asked, noticing the navy haired boy staring at him. Victor stuttered a "yes" and quickly shove his food in his mouth. But despite the goodness and delicious taste of his mother's cooking, he couldn't help but throw glances at the shorter boy who had little to eat than him.

They ate in silence.

All of a sudden, a loud crash came from where they were sitting. Kuroyama yelped in surprise and dropped his utensils. They saw another container in between theirs with the food contents spilled all over the table and before Kuroyama could say anything he gave out another yelp, even louder than before.

A person was bent over the shorter boy and both him and Victor blushed furiously; Victor averted his eyes to another direction while Kuroyama placed his hands over his head and shut his eyes.

"I said I was sorry! OW!" The girl with fiery red hair bent over Kuroyama yelled out, "That's it, you're DEAD!" She growled as she pounced on the person that had been tackling her.

"Stop it Miwana!" Another voice yelled out through the crowd of students as he pushed his way through. He had messy blue hair and silver-grey eyes as he locked his arms around the fiery redhead's waist, lifting her up in the air while he did.

"Let me have him!" Miwana roared, swinging her fists dangerously at the poor guy on the floor.

"Miwana-chan stop it! You're making a scene." A girl with light teal hair tied in two twin tails, one was braided, and pink eyes rushed in and scolded in a whisper. She clutched the sketchbook with her tightly to her chest. As she stood next to the them, she threw glances at the crowd of students circling them. Miwana heard her and reluctantly stop struggling, followed by an exasperated sigh. She was placed back on her feet before noticing the guy she pounced on scrambling away.

"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" The blue haired boy reacted quickly and pulled her back by the arms, "I'll find you and I'm going to kill you! You hear me ya little twit!"

"Come on everyone, go back to eating!" The blue haired boy called, "Nothing to see here- Ow! Miwana! That hurt!"

The fiery redhead turned her head away, huffing as the circle of students began dispersing quickly before they got involved. She heard the boy sigh, "I'm going to let go of you now. So PROMISE me you won't go after him."

When he got no reply from the fiery redhead, he slowly, yet cautious let go.

"Don't run. Please." He mumbled under his breath. Miwana heard him and grumbled with her teeth clenched. She folded her arms indignantly as she dug her nails into her skin. A hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, taking her by surprise.

"I think you have someone you should apologize to Miwana-chan." The greenette said, sending her a dark look before eyeing Kuroyama who tensed up at her gaze. Miwana scoffed and turned away, "Miwana..."

"Come on Kimiko, do I have to? I've already had enough bullshit today." Miwana spat but cringed when the greenette tightened her grip on her wrist.

"Yes."

Miwana made a face and exhaled with her mouth shut and air blew out from her nose, "...Fine...". The redhead whirled her head at Kuroyama who jumped and began to sweat profusely by the discomfort.

"I'm sorry." Miwana apologized, not meaning it, "There, I said it. Happy?"

Kimiko gave her a disapproving look as the redhead turned her back, "I'm really sorry about her. She's just in a bad mood today." Kimiko apologized properly to Kuroyama who shook his head.

"It's alright. I'm Kuroyama Yuuya, first year and this is Victor!" Kuroyama introduced, motioning to Victor as well who gave a wave and nod. The blue haired boy walked up to them.

"I'm Ookami Kaito, third year. The redhead with a tantrum is Nishiki Miwana, a third year too." He introduced as he tried to ignore the dark aura given out by the redhead.

"Hatsune Kimiko. Second year." Kimiko introduced next with a genuine smile, "It's nice to meet you both."

"You too!" Kuroyama agreed, "So... uh, what happened a second ago?" Ookami's smile deflated, "Well, uh... you see... someone pulled a prank on Miwana... and uh... with a lemon meringue pie..."

"Ah, no wonder she smells like lemons." Kuroyama wondered out loud before cowering in his seat with his hands on his head and repeatedly apologized when he caught the dark look sent in his direction.

Victor decided to change the topic when he noticed the other two seniors about to scold the redhead for her rude and frightening behaviour, "So... which clubs are you guys joining?" He saw Ookami beam at him, glad and eager to answer his question much to Victor's relief. He didn't want another uproar to spark between his seniors.

"We're all part of the soccer club. Are you guys interested?" Victor couldn't believe his ears when Ookami said that all three of them were part of the soccer club.

"NO WAY!" Kuroyama exclaimed, jumping up in Ookami's startled face like what he did with Victor. The navy-haired snickered at his action that scared his senior, "You guys are part of the soccer club! We're joining!"

"That's great news!" Kimiko jumped in, sharing her excitement, "What positions are you joining as?"

"Goalkeeper."

"Striker."

They both replied simultaneously, watching the greenette squeal in delight, "I can't wait to see you guys at the entry exam tomorrow! Best of luck to you two."

"Thanks." Victor quickly said before Kuroyama could. The shorter boy hummed and nodded fiercely.

"Can't wait to see you guys play on the field. Honestly, you could say we're desperate for new members." Ookami said with an innocent smile. To Victor, it seemed suspicious but Kuroyama was instantly blinded by it. Victor knew that the blue haired boy was hiding something since he hinted it. Victor knew very well that Raimon was a famous soccer school, his parents told him about it.

'Shouldn't they have a lot of team members?' Victor thought as he absent-mindedly watched Kuroyama speak quickly and full of excitement with Ookami and Kimiko.

From the corner of her eye, Miwana noticed Victor staring at the trio and was instantly alerted of his suspicion. Nobody was there to stop her as she pulled the blue haired boy, catching everyone else by surprise.

"What is it Miwana?" Ookami inquired, confused. Miwana whispered something in his ear while glancing at Victor. Ookami's eyes widened and pulled away.

"No way. We are not telling them." He hissed at Miwana who crossed her arms disagreeing.

"Tell us what?" Victor immediately asked, aware there was some serious tension between the two seniors as whipped their heads at him.

"Nothing. It's nothing." He emphasized it clearly to Miwana, "The bell's going to ring anytime soon. I say we get going. Best of luck to you guys tomorrow at your entry exam."

Ookami walked away from the group with shoved hands in his pockets. Victor and Kuroyama blinked at each other in confusion before realizing Miwana and Kimiko walking pass them.

"Bye, you guys." Kimiko waved as jogged up to Miwana who was ahead of her already.

The bell rang for their classes as they immediately packed their food and ran off for classes. They didn't want to be late for class on their first day of school.

The next day, Kuroyama excitedly pulled and dragged Victor all the way to the soccer field. Victor stumbled with his steps as he kept up with the short boy.

They stood at the very top of the stairs when Kuroyama exclaimed, "Look Victor!" Victor followed Kuroyama's finger where it was pointed right down at the field where a brunette and bluenette were talking with a man, presumably the coach. Victor had no doubt they were introducing themselves at the moment.

"Come on, let's go join them!" Kuroyama didn't release his grip on Victor's wrist and the next thing the navy haired boy knew, he was being dragged down the steps.

"Kuroyama! Careful!" Victor warned, but it was too late. Kuroyama tripped and both were forced to tumble all the way down the flight of stairs before crashing onto the ground with Victor almost squashing Kuroyama to death.

"Victor!?"

Groaning, he was able recognized that voice but when he looked up, he wasn't expecting to be met with another face other than his childhood friend.

"You alright there?" Hiromi asked, looking down at them.

RnR please :) It would be much appreciated