Safe to say, Yuichi didn't like the big city.

When Yuichi was just a little boy, he wanted to leave. To travel, and be a samurai- a symbolism of protection. To all. But, goddamnit, if he had the choice he would want to be curled on his old bet at his home. With his auntie.

Gods, did he wanna leave. 'Please,' he thought while looking up at the stars, sitting on a large buildings roof. 'Come get me out of New York City. No stars are bright.' His eyes half lidded as he sat there, feeling miserable. He was oh-so-homesick.

Longing for the seasons in Korea, his small hometown. His aunties farm- and Spot.