In the spring of the 13th year of Heisei, when I was seventeen, I met a boy in a bookstore. That man's name was Rei Mizuno.
We read books together, had lunch together on the rooftop, and watched the sunset together on the beach. Mizuno said: "I want to spend more time with you." I replied: "Okay."
Those were the best ten months of my life.
Intent: some ordinary (not) stories