When I first met him, he was just seventeen years old. Very young, very opinionated and would virtually hate every single thing you put before him.

Teenagers.

They go through phases but he does it to the extreme. Just like how he does every other thing. He either goes for the worst, or the best. He never stays mediocre or in between. He leads his life as if he is making a statement.

The last time I saw him, he was probably-- twenty one, two? I remembered how he looked when he first saw me. He still had baby fat in his cheeks that time and looked like he wanted to stab me with anything he could reach. That day, the last time I saw him that is, he was smiling but there was nothing like a good farewell, it didn't feel like it was a good meet and a good goodbye.

Even though he was finally smiling.

That terrible feeling of a little bird all grown up and flying away. It felt something like that. He turned from a chubby cheeked child with the mannerisms of a gangster to an ambitious young man who finally found that something he could work hard for. Oh right, he also grew out his cropped hair, into curls. Looks pretty good, but a little too girly for my first impression of him. He was such a rebellious gangster child. I hated him to the rotten core.

Anyway.

How are you, Takahiro?