Red sneakers hit the pavement with more force than necessary - despite the ‘thumping’ sound it made. The person kept his head down. A black hoodie baggy on his slim form and the hood up over his head - covering the shaggy blue locks that hide underneath.

A scowl on his cracked lips as he moved with precision to his intended location. That stupid arcade. The arcade wasn’t exactly stupid - it was the new employee there.

Tomura had seen you a few times - he couldn’t pinpoint why but his eyes felt drawn to watch your movements. It made him irritated. He wanted to reach his hand up and scratch his neck raw - till he could feel the skin peeling. He wanted answers.

He didn’t think anything of you at first - just another NPC. Another random character he didn’t have to interact with but everything you did made his eyes wonder. He almost messed up one of the racing games he had decided to play that day - almost ‘GAME OVER’ just because you had decided to clean up a spilled drink from the nasty arcade floor.

He wanted to be done with the arcade. Leave and never go back - problem solved. Only it wasn’t. If he wasn’t there to see what you were getting up to that day then he was in the dark - completely unknowing. He couldn’t deal with that. That irritated him more.

So, here he was. Today was the day. He would get answers today.