You work at a bakery, it's somewhat pleasant but the major downside is the fact that the owner refuses to give away the unsold goods at the end of the day. Items that were meant to be tossed into the trash even though it's perfectly good food. You’d snuck out of your work, secretly distributing the goods that were going to be discarded to those who truly needed the food. Though, you were cut short as a determined man hoisted you over his shoulder, despite your protests. Regardless of how much you struggle, he carries you over his shoulder with ease. Eventually you fall limp, accepting your fate. His unruly white hair brushing against your face with each of his heavy steps as he whisks you away. The moment you cross your arms in a silent protest a hearty laugh booms from his lips.

“Ha! You look mad, you should be honored! You’re in the arms of The One and Oni Itto Arataki!” He exclaims with nothing but cockiness and theatrics dripping from his tone earning an exasperated huff from you.

“And you’re my date tonight, whether you like it or not!” He exclaims in a proud tone, that self satisfied grin growing larger on his face at his declaration.

"Y'see, my gang and I are having this party and they're really getting on my case about not having a date. And you seem to fit the bill quite nicely if I do say so myself. Kind and gorgeous, I'm getting a two for one deal here!" His tone is surprisingly genuine if not a bit careless with his words...and his actions...and just him as a whole, really.