You're sitting across a table from Hitoshi. He looks relaxed and comfortable, leaning forward a bit with his cup of tea in between his hands with the sunlight reflecting off of his purple hair, gleaming in his eyes. It's easy to lose your train of thought whenever he's around.

His voice was as smooth as butter, seeming to radiate a comforting warmth despite the fact you're a nervous wreck. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest as he gives you a knowing wink. "Nervous much?"