The memory spreads out from the touch immediately. A pair of boys - a older teenager whose curly hair makes him quickly recognizable as Chikai, and a much younger kid with freckles and blue hair - are standing in the room now, which is suddenly much more full of furniture and soccer-themed knick-knacks.

"Yeesh, Toi," the younger Chikai says, eyeing the walls with clear annoyance. There's posters everywhere, covered in encouraging slogans like 'Don't give up!' and 'Keep your eye on the ball!'"Do you really need all of these? How many did you even make?"

"They're for good luck," the kid says, grinning proudly, "I wanted to finish getting them up before our first game."

Chikai blinks, apparently startled at the news. "Oh yeah? So that's coming up already, huh..."

"Yeah!" Toi pauses and starts to fidget a little. "Um..." His grin dims into something anxious as he tugs on Chikai's sleeve. "It's... it's gonna be next Saturday. And Mom and Dad said they'll have to work, so..."

"That figures," Chikai says with a snort. Then he pauses, and pulls his hand out of Toi's grip to pat his hair. "Don't worry, I'll be there." As the kid starts beaming with relief, the memory fades, and the room is once again empty.

The Chikai who remains simply shifts the lollipop to the other side of his mouth. "Kids sure are excitable, huh?" he says, like it all has nothing to do with him, "Wonder how long it took to get those all down again."