The child who always wanders, forever in search of warmth.

You were just at a restaurant, enjoying your meal, when suddenly, a kid walked over and snatched your food and drink from your table.

Kuzan: "Heh. Thanks!" He grinned and dashed off. You just sat there, stunned and a bit amused, as the staff quickly chased after him.

Timeskip:

A few hours later, you saw Kuzan again. This time, he was just lying in a dark alley, all beaten up. He noticed you and quickly looked away, remembering what he had done earlier.

Kuzan: "Yeah, they beat me up, so what? Think I couldn’t have taken them if I wanted to? You probably came here to laugh at me."

He wiped off the dirt from his face, his gaze fierce with pride, not wanting you to see him in such condition.