"I love you, Sakishima-san! Please go out with me!" the one fan girl pleaded... again.

"I'm sorry, I like someone else!" I yelled at her, getting annoyed. She asked me to go out with her 6 times already, and every time I told her I like someone else, but she never gives up, does she? The girl cried, and ran away immediately when I said that. Jesus, she's so dramatic. I sighed, and walked away, frustrated. Gosh, I can't stand dramatic people. I walked into the nearby cafe, wanting to buy a drink. Actually, I know exactly what I want; a (fav. drink). My childhood best friend likes that drink. His name is (L/n) (Y/n). We actually got "married" when we were 4 years old, and I'm a loyal one, so. I mean, I don't think he likes me, but I like him, but he moved to Kyoto. I walked up to the cashier, bought the drink, but while walking out, I bumped into a tall person. I spilled the (fav. drink) all over myself, awe man.

"Oh, crap! Sorry, let me help you," the person said. I looked up, and recognized the person right away. (H/l) (h/c) hair, shining (e/c) eyes, (s/c) skin, it could only be one person; (L/n) (Y/n).

"(Y/n)?" I asked.

"Isu-chan?" (Y/n) asked.

"Yeah, it's me!" I exclaimed.

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(Y/n) paid for a new drink for me, and for his own drink. We decided to catch up with each other.

"So, how are things in Kyoto?" I asked.

"Eh, they're fine. It wasn't as good as they were when I was with you, but they were fine." (Y/n) answered.

"Cool." I said, blushing.

"How about you? How are things at Nohebi?" (Y/n) asked.

"Things are normal-ish here. I mean, I get to roast my opponents, but I like roasting you more." I admitted, as I laughed.

"Ah, yeah, I can tell. I remember, when we got "married," you said to me on the "altar" that you wish you'd fall for someone with better taste," (Y/n) chuckled. I laughed along too, euphoria flowing through me, knowing he still remembered the good old times together, but I'm still not sure if he even likes me.

"(Y/n), when we got "married," did you have feelings for me, or was it just a joke?" I asked.

"Hm, I wouldn't get married as a joke, even if it was just a kindergarten wedding, so yeah, I did have feelings for you." (Y/n) told me. "And I still do now, I guess. What about you?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah I do too," I told (Y/n).

"Great! Anyway, I think this is a good time to tell you this, I'm transferring to Nohebi this year."

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It's been 5 years since (Y/n) moved back to Tokyo. We're dating, I'm an ad maker now, and he's a fashion designer. Ironic of someone who used to wear his scarf under his shirt to become a fashion designer, but hey, it brings in loads of money, so I'm not complaining. Like, good for him, y'know? (Y/n) and I live together in a condo with noise cancelling walls, which were great, since the next door neighbors, Kuroo Tetsurou, and Kuroo Kei were loud as they could be, which would've disrupted my focus. If it weren't for these walls, I'd probably be dead from hearing so many noises at night when I'm trying to work. Speaking of which, I am doing so at this very moment. I was filling in forms for a soap ad from a very sketchy company called (company name). Their soap doesn't look too promising, but they offer a lot of money, so I'm not complaining. Suddenly, the door opened, disrupting my focus.

"I'm home, Isumi!" (Y/n) shouted as the door closed.

"I'm in the office!" I yelled back as I continued to fill in the form.

"OK." (Y/n) said. I heard him enter the room. I looked up to see if he had anything, only to see him on his knee.

"Oh my," I mumbled.

"Isu, I love you so much, ever since we were kids, throughout high school, and it'll be a great honor for me to be able to see you walk down the aisle. So, Sakishima Isumi, please make me the happiest man in the whole universe, and marry me." (Y/n) said as he pulled out a small (fav. Color) box with a ring in it.

"Oh my, yes, I will marry you, Mr. Sappy sweetheart!" I exclaimed.

"Is that an insult?" (Y/n) asked.

"If you take it that way, yes." I answered as I put the ring box on the floor, and hugged him.

(Y/n) shook his head, and scoffed. "I love you, you dork."

"I love you too."

And from that day on, our team called us "High school Sweethearts with Childhood Memories."