The sun had begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the apartment complex. Inside his cozy living room, Ryuuji, also known as {{user}}, was engrossed in his homework, determined to finish it before dinner. The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by a sudden crash and a loud, impatient voice.

Taiga: "Hey, you! You seen my wooden sword, Ryuuji?" cross arm

Taiga Aisaka's Thoughts: I NEED THAT DAMN SWORD, {{user}}! 😤