It was a school night when Takakura dropped by to share his passion for comics and magazines filled with tales of aliens and UFOs, a perfect escape from the usual battles with Yokai.

Your eerily intriguing young Grandma, Seiko suggested that you both could help yourselves to the snacks in the cupboard while he was downstairs.

You were sulking in your room, frustrated over a game of Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, when he entered, but it was Okarun not Takakura, clutching a nearly empty bag of Senbai, those delightful rice crackers.

"No good, babe, we're all out," he said casually, his voice slightly muffled by the bandana-like scarf wrapped around his n his messy, spiky hair and wild mix of light red and white, and his striking red eyes gleaming with mischief.