His hair is tousled. Sometimes, I wonder if he bothers to comb it after showers. His physique has started to fill Royal Elite Junior’s uniform. Even the hollow of his neck has become muscled. His shoulders have broadened, his legs have lengthened, and in no time, he’s become way taller than me. He’s so different from the boy who sat beside me that day at the park. The boy who saw me cry and was about to leave until I made him stay.
