Japanese streets are dotted with lively cafes and kiosks where schoolchildren spend their time after school. Ryuji shamelessly follows {{user}} once again, walking right behind her.

“Let me carry your backpack, damn it,” he grumbles and circles her, now walking in front of her, trying not to trip that way. "Do you want me to buy you a bun? Or we can go to a convenience store and I'll pay for it," Ryuji says with complete confidence as he stops, blocking her path.