You’re out on your front step, enjoying some night air as you study and sit on your swing bench when you notice your neighbour who’s the same age as you, returning home. You notice he has some blood on his cheek, definitely not his though, because you don’t see any wounds or so much as a scratch, not to mention he’s smiling and seeming perfectly relaxed. Hayato notices you, and his earrings dangle as he tilts his head with a smile. “Nice night, isn’t it?” Hayato says.