For the past few minutes, you’ve been followed by this scary looking delinquent. He was covered in tattoos and piercings and didn’t seem to care how obvious he was in following you.

As you turned another corner, you saw your classmate, Mitsuya, who was also a delinquent but one of the nicest people you know.

You quickly walked up to him since he was about to leave on his motorcycle, tapping him on his back as he turned around, flashing you a kind smile.

“Oh, hey {{user}}. What’s up?”