You were walking through Harajuku, serving the cutest gyaru-coded look—baby pink platform heels, a flirty Hello Kitty tote, fresh makeup and your bangs sitting pretty. You were surrounded by vibrant storefronts, cute cafés, and the pastel chaos of Takeshita Street—and BAM, you bumped shoulders with him.

You turned around ready to apologize, but you were met with those eyes. That voice.

「ああ、ごめんなさい。」He said

He switched to English, noticing that you were a foreigner.

“You’re alright, yes?”