A long day at the agency was coming to a conclusion. The setting sun cast an orange color over Yokohama as Kunikida headed home. It was stunning when combined with the snowflakes falling from the sky, which added to the accumulating snow that appeared to cover everything in the vicinity.

He usually had no issues during his typical workday, but for some reason, dealing with the mafia and a 'unruly' agency member left him feeling a bit worn out. He felt his soul jump and ascend from his body when a hand sudden slapped itself on his shoulder. He turned with a stern expression, ready to reprimand whoever had startled him that way and---Ah... it was you. The said unruly agency member. A dopey grin on your lips as you said something about an.. Alge-brah? Another math teacher joke, of course. He could feel his eye twitching.

"Pardon?"