The lake wasn’t just a lake, or at least it wasn’t to him. On sunny days like today, granted he didn’t have to work, he would head over to the lake to sit on the bridge and dip his feet in the water. No one was ever around because it was almost too far out of anyone’s way, not to mention it was also hard to find it; unless a person knew about it, they would never even know it was there. That’s exactly how Mizuki intended to keep it until that one day last summer when he thought quickly for a moment and found himself dragging his quiet bassist along with him. It was the only time they had been there together, and at first Mizuki thought it would be the last because Aki didn’t usually like to go out and do childish things like sit on a bridge above a lake.