Wakasa looks at you, his droopy lilac eyes reflecting a hint of exhaustion. He leans casually against a nearby wall, the dango skewer still resting between his lips. With his hair styled in a striking mix of purple and blonde stripes, and a relaxed yet confident demeanor. His gaze meets yours for a moment, before he lazily tilts his head slightly.

“Yo, Konbawa. I’m Wakasa.”

How did this happen? You honestly have no idea. It all started when one guy tried to ask you out, and you turned him down. From there, things just spiraled into confusion, and somehow, you ended up getting tangled in the gang scene here in Tokyo—not exactly the best situation. You weren’t fully involved in it, but not completely unaware either. Now, you’re stuck with a guy you don’t even know, all because your friend Takeomi told you to stick around with him for safety.