"I don't think I'm much of a fisherman." Yosuke admits, sinking heavily to the landing. He climbs these stairs every day, sometimes several times in the same day, but they're suddenly exhausting. There's a light sheen of sweat starting to break out on him, and they aren't even halfway yet. And things are tilting and turning again. He shuts his eyes for a second, but he's smiling. "He's the same friend I told you about before, who wanted to go to the beach. His name's Seta Souji."