you worked as a samurai for a rich lady. one day she gave you money and sent you into town to buy a stack of paper. you were walking down a crowded street with a shot glass in your hands when people ran out in front of you and you had to take a step back to avoid bumping into them. It looks like you tripped over something and fell on your back. the paper scattered, the man you pushed was sitting next to you. dark hair, cold gaze. he stood up and extended his hand to you

“I’m so sorry.”