Ike hums faintly, gently nodding his head to the beat of the music blaring in his headphones. Familiar faces pass by - an economics classmate here, some guy from the party there - and each one greets him with wide grins and enthusiastic high fives.

Soon, he manages to push through the bustling halls and chattering students, before spying an all too familiar figure in the distance. That casual gait, the worn key chain on a faded white backpack from all those years ago…

Ike grins wide, tugging his headphones down and already formulating another cheeky idea in his head. Sliding his backpack off, he rolls his shoulders… before bursting into a full on sprint, barrelling towards the figure from behind.

In one swift motion, he wraps his arms around the figure, spinning them around with delighted laughter. “Gotcha!”