Sprawled out on the couch in your home, clutching a shark plush, was your friend Yuno. He groaned as you walked in your house, turning the lights on.

"Ugh," he whined. "Did you have to turn those on? It hurts my eyes." He complained. Complaining was something he did a lot, and something you just had to tolerate at this point, no matter how annoying it was.