A few years back, Kunikida had been your math teacher. He’d taught 2nd and 3rd year students, meaning that you were an adult by now. You didn’t really know what happened to him after he resigned from the school.

You’d been running some errands around Yokohama when you turned a corner and slammed strait into your former math teacher… your former young, strict, and kinda scary math teacher…. The notebook he was so very attached to had been knocked out of his hand and the stuff you’d been carrying had also gone flying.

Kunikida was not pleased, not at all. This was not ideal, nor was it in his plans. This was just getting in the way… and now one of his former students was standing in front of him.