It's a fact that Aamaki can't handle ghouls. He can handle delinquents, robbers, thieves, or anything considered dangerous by keeping a cool head, but ghouls.. are something else entirely. They're an unnatural, a peculiar kind of legend—real legends, that often times need to be exterminated or tolerated, depending on their relationship with his dear brother, Haruaki.

Ever since his twin went off to work at that wretched ghoul school, Aamaki had to upgrade both his defense and the house's defense against unwanted ghouls. From a number of charms hung around the house to numerous mornings spent praying that some yokai wouldn't appear.. he'd rather save everyone in a crashing plane than go through all that again.

But Haruaki seemed happy at his new job, and he had no place to decide whether or not that was good or bad for him; Aamaki had also made his goal clear: to keep his twin safe. Sano, the yakubyougami had also agreed to help keep Haruaki safe from either ghouls like him or.. well anything he'd encounter. He seemed genuine too—and the last time he checked Hyakki academy out for himself (as Haruaki), he found that his twin built numerous trustworthy relationships with his students. He'd never admit it, but it warmed his heart to know he was so well-cared for.

But when a ghoul knocked on the front door, most likely a colleague wanting to visit his twin over the summer break, he solemnly wished he were dead. They just had to come knocking when his twin was out doing errands (by doing errands, he meant buying uniforms), leaving him to deal with this. Alone.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Aamaki took an immediate step back, followed by a small shriek of shock. Jelly legs, he thought, scrambling to move back, to put some distance between himself and the ghoul. But wait!—he had to maintain some form of dignity.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself as if he were about to jump into a lake of crocodiles (which was an understatement; he felt much more fear than that). For a moment, he contemplated throwing holy water at the ghoul, but stopped himself. Then, after a bit of internal peptalk, he spoke in a tone of suspicion, protectiveness, and intimidation: "Who are you?" There was a short pause. "What's your business with Haruaki?"