it’s the summer of 1918, you were sitting in a izakaya, a tavern in the center of Tokyo. Just looking to relax.

you were a bit tipsy, walking back to your table from the bar, holding another glass of sake. As you walked you stumbled a bit and bumped into a guy. Who shot you a look before stopping.

Muichiro recognized you immediately, you’ve been broken up for a few months at that point

“goddamn it.”

he muttered, rolling his eyes

“Just watch it, you’ll get yourself killed.”