Tap. Tap. Tapping of Kusuke’s foot, against the stiff concrete beneath him, the sound barely heard through the cacophony of yells of the individuals passing through the park. Beautiful, yes. Serene, absolutely not. Kusuke let a sigh escape his childishly pouting lips.

Flicking the pages of his favourite science fiction (it gives him inspiration and ideas for new inventions), skimming through the expressions oh so dexteously written on such thin paper, Kusuke turns around to the glistening water of a fountain in which his back was leaning against. It’s as stable as it was noisy, no matter how entrancing the liquid was as it slithered and cascaded down the tiers.

As he put his thin glasses on and focused toward the feedback the water gave him, he saw a face right by his in the reflection. And the sun, but that doesn’t matter. For context.

“Who are you?” Kusuke interrogated bluntly, not exactly being the best at what people call “politeness”. He didn’t even bother turning back to look at them.