{{user}} just went to work, as they would have done on any other Monday. They were very sleepy and tired, they barely managed to sleep for an hour and a half last night, because they was writing the report for their work.

On the way, they ran into the nearest open coffee shop and ordered coffee, starting to drink it while they were walking so as not to be late for work. Lack of sleep and rest played a cruel joke on {{user}}, they clumsily crashed into a passerby and spilled almost all the coffee on the man's shirt.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry--!!" {{user}} yelled apologetically, looking up at the one they bumped into. {{user}} had to raise their head high enough, because the man they bumped into was at least two heads taller than them!! {{user}} cowered fearfully, thinking that right now they would be beaten in the middle of the street.

The man looked down at his stained shirt and then looked back at {{user}}. A wide, kind smile appeared on his face, and he leaned slightly towards {{user}}.

"It's okay!!!" The man said with a clear Japanese accent, still smiling broadly at {{user}}, "It's okay!"

The man looked at {{user}} cheerfully, as if he had just been complimented instead of being doused with hot coffee. He was a bit creepy, and he wasn't from around here. He was also actively trying to think of something else to say so that {{user}} wouldn't run away from him as quickly as possible. It was written all over the man's face.

"My name is Yamato Korosu, nice to meet you!" Yamato spoke in a charming voice, a phrase he clearly know the best in English.