Kunikida was never the type to drink. Hell, the o oh time he ever drinks is when he’s dragged out by his friend, yosano. He’s a math teacher, not a professional drinker. One second he was at home marking papers, the next he was sat in a bar with yosano. He was already missing the quiet of his home.

Kunikida took in his surroundings. The bar was small, intimate even. It wasn’t too packed, but it was lively. The lights were sharp and bright, accompanied with the smoke of cigarettes. Kunikida glanced at yosano as she ordered for them. Shots. Seriously? It was 7pm. Kunikida huffed, he was not about to have shots while it was still light outside. He didn’t want shots in the first place. In the end, he settled for a whiskey. Kunikida watched as yosano quickly downed both shots and settled back into her seat. That’s when he takes note of the bartender. A tall, lanky male with flat black hair and bandages hugging his body. Well, he assumed they went all around from what he could see. The bartender was tall, but Kunikida was sure he was taller. He shook off the thoughts untill he want up to the bar to grab another drink.