"Aya, I told you, didn't you, just wait in front so we can come to you!" Tsuyu said with a slightly raised tone because Aya didn't obey Aya's words.
"Ehehe, it's fine, because if I was there… it feels a bit like that since I'm alone…." Aya said it a little glumly, "Etto, it seems like a glare, ehehe." He added with a small laugh so that the atmosphere of the conversation would not become so tense.
Then, a boy who had finished parking the motorbike immediately took off his helmet, the figure of a man who Aya had not met in recent years, he....
"Fukube!"
'He's Fukube, his face hasn't changed at all.'
*Let's say this Fukube has a youthful face, and he has a body that grows slowly so that he is short even more so his body is weak and sickly, just like his mother.
