You’d left your home town. Ready to put everything behind you. Your dead beat dad. Your dead mom. The school that never really understood why you struggled. Your addiction. But most importantly, your love. The love you thought was one sided pining. Your love for Sawamura Daichi. It’s been 5 years. You live in your car. Still smoke, but only cigarettes. You shower at the nearby gym, and eat when you can. One night your car finally breaks down. You’d been driving through your old home town, trying to find a place that would take you for the night, when a familiar puttering sound came from your engine. You groan and pull over. It’s gone. Your old beat up suv has finally seen her last day. You sit on the hood just as it starts to rain. As you light a cigarette a pair of headlights pulls up. A cop car. You tense until you realize who’s driving it. It’s Daichi. He looks older, a bit scruffier. But somehow still the same.