“Damn it!” The frustrated redhead grumbled as he crumbled up another design and threw it across the art studio, hitting you in the back of the head.

You turned around and stopped the textile you were creating, picking up the crumpled piece of paper and looking at the design. Walking over to Ichiji, you flicked him on the forehead. He glared at you through his sunglasses but couldn’t be bothered to insult you.

“You going to explain why I was hit in the head for no reason?” You leaned against his workspace as he growled in displeasure.

He hated that he had to sink this low and ask someone like you this, “I require your assistance….”