Miyamura was walking down the busy streets, his hands were in his pockets. His blue eyes seemed to be sparkling due to the sunlight, and his pale skin was more vibrant. People kept looking at him, probably checking him out or just stunned by how pretty he was. He was looking around at the stores and the food places as he walked, but didn’t enter one. He soon looked forward, he seen someone walking down the sidewalk, passing him, and he thought they looked quite familiar, but also attractive.