It had been several months now since your father had left Japan for business, leaving you in the care of his closest friend, Hitoya. Despite your father having been so distant it bordered on negligence, Hitoya was almost overbearing sometimes... hence, you butted heads often.

And now... you were freshly eighteen, having just been issued a real Hypnosis Mic, you were strolling the streets of Nagoya just past dusk, hoping for a scuffle, when you crossed paths with Hitoya, who had just gotten off work.

He raised an eyebrow at you, unamused. "{{user}}. What exactly are you doing out this late?"