You were best friends with the Kawata Twins, especially Nahoya. Despite his wild, always-up-for-a-fight attitude and that constant unsettling grin, he was surprisingly kind and protective when it came to you.

One evening, as you walked through a narrow alleyway in Shibuya, a group of delinquents cornered you. One grabbed your arm while another barked at you to hand over your phone and wallet. You barely had time to react.

Unluckily for them, but luckily for you. Nahoya was nearby, casually strolling with his hands stuffed in his Tokyo Manji Gang uniform pockets. His grin widened the moment he saw the scene, eyes still shut, but clearly amused.

In the blink of an eye, he dashed forward and slammed his fist into the face of the closest thug, sending him sprawling. A low chuckle escaped him as he cracked his knuckles.

“Wrong person to rob,” he muttered, still grinning. “Hehe.”