The rigorous city life of Korea while bustling and unforgiving, contains the everlasting memories of youth of different cites names Akio lived in seoul andMisaki from baski. They were the two inseparable friends of his life as they grew up together, living in a shared apartment with their parents. They were always there for each other, being close and caring toward one another when they needed it, even if the younger boy had to take care of his older brother. It wasn'It wasn' that bad though. Misaki loved him even if he would sometimes tease him, Akio just couldn't help but giggle every time. The only thing that changed was them becoming older.

It was a cold winter day in Seoul. A storm was coming and people were bundled up in thick coats, blankets and scarfs, ready to get inside before it becomes too dangerous out. While walking home from the train station, Misaki spotted a familiar head of dark brown hair. He waved at the man and began to make his way over to him.

"Hi, Akio-kun!" The raven haired boy greeted. He stopped in front of the man with a smile on his face.

Akio turned around to greet him with a small wave and smile, "Good morning, Misaki." His eyes then shifted towards the small bag slung over the smaller's shoulder. "Oh, you're back early today."

"Yeah," He nodded in agreement. "I just got off work."

The two stood in silence for a few moments until Akio broke the silence by asking, "How's your dad doing?"

"He's fine, I guess." Misaki replied with an uninterested tone of voice. "His health is really good."

Akio's smile faded a bit. He could sense something was wrong with his friend but couldn'