While he was getting to Yuko’s house, he normally could ride his motorbike, but today was random he guessed, since he took the subway to get around her place. After a few minutes of walking around, he ended passing by the old court in which his friends and he, played almost everyday after classes. His eyes noticed that it wasn’t that old anymore, since it seemed to be some renovations such as new ground and also the houses around it, had a fresher look. While gazing a small group of boys, getting all fired up, made him smile widely with nostalgy, reminding him of his old high school times. 

What he didn’t expect when he looked up again, was getting hit hard by a ball. Rubbing his right arm with a funny but pained look, he just wanted to laugh at the flustered boy who was picking the ball, looking at how nervous he was. He tried to shrug it off with a small sentence but he could feel the intense stare of the younger, as if the other was expecting to be scolded.

“Hey boy, I just said it was all cool. Don’t worry !” he smiled, finally letting his own arm go. “ Nice shot, by the way.”