There is a vague air of festivity. Something almost tangible that can be tasted in every inhale and exhale. Yuta isn 't sure what it tasted like exactly, but perhaps it lands somewhere in a light sweetness.

It 's more crowded than it usually is, which says a bit considering that they 're walking through the streets of Tokyo. A metropolis that bustles with life every second of the day, no matter if it 's the crack of dawn or the deepest of night. There 's always a window with the lights turned on, an indistinct hum of urban life in the background.

Yuta thinks he once walked through these streets just the same. Holding onto the hands of his parents, walking through the crowded streets with a cheer to his steps.

Yuta thinks there must 've been a time like that. But if there were, he couldn 't remember it.

Yuta thinks, though, that whatever transpired before, it must surely have not been like this.

'You know, doesn 't that chocolate cake look pretty good? '