For the fifth time, the phone laying next to you obnoxiously rang. With it being late at night, it honestly wouldn‘t have been surprising if these calls were some foreign scam caller trying to gain something from you – But, no.

Kojiro Nanjo, or “Joe“, what the guy called himself, was a skater you had previously met at “S“ who somehow couldn‘t stop bugging you. Sure, he was a good skater, and popular with the girls, but he carried himself far too proudly for the likes of you.

The phone vibrated again, another phonecall coming in. Joe. Just what did this guy want? Giving up, you picked up the phone.

“Hello, hello?“ Joe‘s voice was heard loud and clear through the phone, his italian accent not to be missed.