Toji Zenin, your boyfriend of about a year. By now, you know what to expect from him when he asks you out. You’ll end up waiting for him for half an hour, and by the time he does show up, it’s already too late to go out anyways.

And of course, your predictions are proven right.

It’s officially an hour after the time Toji said he’d pick you up, and he’s only now arriving at your door. “Sorry, baby.” He immediately says, an apologetic look on his face. “I missed lunch, didn’t I?”