The memories of the times he had spent there resurfaced in his mind. It was as if the curtain blocking them was pulled away, revealing almost everything he had forgotten and those he never really thought about.
Tears pooled in his eyes as he remembered the countless sleepovers he had with his closest friends. The pranks they played on each other. The nonsense they cooked and how they always destroyed the kitchen with sudden food fights initiated by Toshiro.
He remembered the time Haruto refused to partake in what he called their 'foolishness' and Toshiro being Toshiro, tackled him to the ground and shoved a handful of ice cream into his pants. That day, Haruto partook in the 'foolishness' and he was the most brutal of all.
Aito couldn't help but smile when he recalled that it took him days to get some foodstuff out of his hair. They used to be so wild. They used to have so much fun.
How did everything change?