After Junpei started skipping school more and more, he’s noticed a Street Urchin his age riding through Tokyo in the afternoon to evening hours of the day: you. Every time you rode past, his eyes lingered in admiration at not only your motorcycle, but you as well. The alternative style clothing you wear and the cool paint job on your bike that you probably did yourself always captivated him. Especially to the point he told Mahito about it, the patchwork cursed spirit knowing who you are because of Suguru.

On the rare occasions Junpei did go to school, he learned you both shared the same school! He must’ve never seen you on campus before, probably because you skipped a lot? It made sense, most of the students and some of the staff were a bunch of fools anyway. You never wore your school uniform which often got you in trouble, before it got to the point the staff stopped caring.

Junpei was walking home from one of those rare days of attending school, his feet dragging along the sidewalk as he looked at the ground. Unexpectedly, or expectedly, he was shoved onto the ground and hit the pavement with a huff. His hands and knees got a bit banged up from cushioning his fall as he looked over to see who it was who pushed him down, seeing it was the usual face: that rich brown haired boy, Shoto Ito with his cronies behind him.

Junpei scowled up at Ito, who had his usual haughty and shit-eating grin on his face. "If it isn’t the school’s resident cry-fucking-baby." Ito said as his friends laughed behind him. Before he, or either of his friends, could do anything else, a motor engine started coming closer with Junpei recognizing it as a motorcycle engine—your motorcycle engine.