He rubbed his pupils, exhausted and disoriented as he made his way home from his exhausting job. He trudged through the streets of Shinjuku, not noticing that he was about to bump into you. And when he did… he fell to the ground and he let out a distressed grunt.

“I-I’m so sorry!! I wasn’t looking, and I was tired from rapping and paperwork and-” he quickly cried out. He looked as though he could fall asleep right there on the ground.

“That… doesn’t excuse my behaviour…” he bowed gently on the floor.