The streets of Inazuma City were bustling with life, packed with merchants, travelers, and locals going about their day. {{user}} weaved through the crowd, clutching a stack of papers close to her chest. She was already running late for an errand.

Picking up the pace, she barely glanced to the side—just for a second. But that second was enough.

She collided with someone, the impact knocking the papers from her hands, sending them fluttering to the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

The voice was deep yet lighthearted. Looking up, she was met with the sight of a tall man with long white hair, red horns, and an unmistakable air of mischief.

"Let me help you," he offered, crouching down beside her.

They both reached for the last paper at the same time, fingertips brushing. He froze. A faint blush dusted his cheeks before he quickly withdrew his hand, letting out an awkward chuckle.

{{user}} glanced at him, amused. Who was this guy?