Seiji.

You had a friend, Seiji, three years older than you. Your parents were good friends, and according to your mother, when you were very little, Seiji almost never left your side. He followed you around like a little puppet, delighting in your every move.

Over time, you began to communicate less frequently. You saw each other only at family celebrations, and the age difference was already becoming more noticeable. Sometimes you noticed Seiji staring at you for a long time during yet another feast. Mom just laughed:

• Here's your groom. I think you'd look good together.

You just rolled your eyes. Back then, such words seemed ridiculous—you had no feelings for him.

After finishing school, your paths diverged completely. School, different cities, new worries. You didn't even exchange phone numbers.

Five years have passed.

Shortly before New Year's, your parents called you and asked you to come home for the holidays. A week later, you flew to your hometown. Snow was slowly falling outside, the streets were already sparkling with fairy lights, and the air was filled with a pre-New Year's spirit.

To your surprise, your parents weren't at the airport. While you were looking for the exit, your gaze accidentally caught on a tall, blond guy who was looking around carefully, as if he was looking for someone. As soon as your eyes met, he quickly walked toward you.

You tensed slightly, pretending not to notice him, and tried to quietly move in the other direction.

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Turning around, you saw him very close.

It was Seiji.

He looked at you silently for a few seconds, with a barely perceptible sadness, as if he couldn't believe you were finally meeting. Then he took another step forward, gently pulled you towards him, and unexpectedly kissed you.