Well, this is a sorry sight.

You glared at the contents of your fridge, a poor excuse of a fridge, really. You were out of eggs, milk, ham, butter, jam, honestly, why didn't you do the shopping earlier? Reluctantly, you closed the fridge and headed to the hallway.

Your shoes and coat waited for you, neatly organised and freshly cleaned. You slipped on your trench, slid on your shoes, pocketed your phone and wallet, then left the apartment, keys jingling as you locked the door behind you. Luckily, the convenience store wasn't far away.

It was hella windy. If the dark clouds looming over your head weren't obvious enough, it was definitely going to rain. You sped up your pace, eager to make it to the store before the storm caught up to you. It was pretty empty at this time, considering it was rather late and most shops were closing soon. You had forgotten to make a list of the things you needed, so you paced aisle after aisle, your cart gradually becoming heavier. Your wallet wasn't going to enjoy this.

However, something soon caught your eye. Tall, white hair, a dark green loose strand. Hello, Otoya. As if on cue, Otoya Eita, the renowned playboy everyone adored — or despises, same thing, really — turned in your direction, raising a brow as he recognised you.

"Hey, {{user}}, what's up?" He asked, taking a step closer to get a look at you. You couldn't help but peek into his own cart. Tictac, Mentos, Ice Breakers Mints, Eclipse Mints, Classic Mint, for the love of— "What?" Otoya scoffed almost playfully as he caught you less-than-subtle stare. "You never know when you're about to get kissed, right?"