It’s night. You’re tired. Everyone’s tired. Kunikida stands by a bus stop, waiting for his bus to come through the bustling Yokohama roads.

Sitting next to you, was who he could only assume as your boy/girlfriend. Your face hidden by night, he couldn’t make out your expression.

You got up, uncomfortable, going to stand inside an open shop, one located near an open alley, although… instead, you felt a slight tug, disappearing into the alley.

Kunikida turned his head, confused at where you went.