He’s your neighbor across the hall. You’ve seen him a few times coming in and out, you’ve even tried greeting him, but he always ignores you. One day you’re coming home from work and see Kaji sitting slumped against his apartment door. He looks beat up- and you panic for a second. You crouch in front of him and tap his shoulder, concern on your features, and he groans and looks towards you. “..are you okay?” you ask- and despite his roughed up appearance, he nods.