Concrete Revolutio is not mine
Jiro only grunted as he walked to the main room of the Bureau. Today was not the day he look forward to, not because it was particularly a bad day or anything. But it's simply that
Today is Picture day
And Jiro hates picture.
“Is it really necessary to do this?” He asked exasperatedly. Hyouma laughed a little. “What, you don't like seeing yourself in a picture, boy?” He said with a smirk. “I just think this is a waste of time, that's all.” Jiro said, annoyed. “Besides, it's just a picture, why is it so important?” “Well, there's a saying that a 'Picture is worth a thousand words.’” Said Magotake as he walked in. “It also serve as memorabilia, to make you remember any moment that is on the picture.” Emi contributes. ‘Which is why I hated it, I don't want to remember…’ thought Jiro, but he kept silent. “Okay, now that everyone's here, let's take it, shall we?” said Hyouma, who is behind the camera. “Okay, everyone's in position, right, get ready!.” Hyouma informed, then he pressed the button on the camera, an audible ‘tick’ sound can be heard as he quickly ran to the group. “Smile for the camera.” He said, as the ticking goes faster
Jiro stared the the picture in his hand. He remembers that day everytime he sees that picture. How normal it is back in the day.
He always thought on returning, going back to the Bureau, just like how it was before. But as much as he want to, he knows that he can't.
He then looked from the picture, it was late night so nobody was around. But even so, the building in front of him is still lit, with the light inside still on, indicating that there’s still some people inside.
He then looked back to the picture, and gave a single laugh while smilling, and shove the picture to and his hands to his pocket, before walking away from the building. After a few steps. He glance back to building, the all too familiar building,
which is the Bureau's office itself.
Jiro stared at it, before turning his head and starts walking again.
'I guess it's right, when they said pictures is worth a thousand words…’