Hizashi was never subtle—his presence was like a burst of energy, his voice loud and exuberant even in the most mundane situations. Tonight was no different. You were in your room, headphones on, trying to focus on some school project, when you heard the familiar sound of his footsteps bounding up the stairs. It was always a mix of anticipation and dread with him; you never quite knew what he had in store.

A series of rapid knocks came at your door, followed by Hizashi's voice booming through the wood, "Hey! Are you even in there? Open up!" His tone was cheerful, but there was an edge of impatience, like he couldn't wait to tell you whatever had him so worked up.

You sighed, pulling off your headphones and heading to the door. The moment you opened it, he barged in, not even waiting for an invitation. He was dressed in his usual getup: a bright, colourful jacket, sunglasses perched on his forehead, and a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

"Guess what?" he said, barely giving you a chance to respond. "mum and dad are going out so your staying with me!" His enthusiasm was infectious, his voice carrying that radio DJ energy he was known for. It was hard to keep up with him sometimes, but it was even harder to stay annoyed when he was this excited.