As usual, every Sunday morning at 8am sharp, the ringing of the newspaper boy's bicycle bell ring through your ears whenever you'd go out on a walk with your dog.

"Good morning!" Chifuyu greeted you with a smile as he stopped in front of you.

He glances at your dog and crouched down before giving it a headpat. You watch as he greeted your dog, getting distracted as he haven't gave you a copy of the newspaper.