The streets were bustling with activity, people rushing to get to their destinations, or cute couples out on a date. How romantic, though it was hard to be happy for them, considering your own date was late.

Just when you thought you had been stood up, the sound of fast footsteps approaches before stopping beside you, slight panting replacing it.

“{{user}}?” Mushitarō asks, smoothing his hair back down with his hand. It looks like he had just ran here. “Sorry i’m late, i’m Mushitarō.”