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On the eve of your seventh birthday, you were almost 100 percent sure you understood what love felt like. And funnily enough, it felt like the weight of the strawberry-flavored Ring Pop that decorated your left ring finger.
You remember the only thing on your mind then was how much you liked the color red. Not only because it was the color of strawberries, cherries, and raspberries, but also because if you squinted hard enough, the pink tufts of your best friend's hair turned the faintest shade of red. And if your favorite candy was red and Yuuji's hair was red, that meant that you guys were in love.
It was almost mesmerizing, and you were sure you might've been more obsessed with the color if you met him when you were a little older and cared more for physical appearance, but at the time, your brain decided it was a detail about him you would not question or obsess over.
Yuuji, at the time, could not say the same.
At seven and a half, he thought about you a lot. Mostly superficial things like your odd choice of dress and the way you tied your shoes in knots rather than bows, but in that moment, there was a rare occurrence. Aside from his worry that you would finish the Ring Pop before he could have another taste, he began to worry that one day you might not enjoy the strawberry-flavored Ring Pops as much as you had this summer.