Moving from your hometown of Osaka to Tokyo wasn’t exactly what you had planned to do. By the discretion of your parents, they somehow convinced you to attend college elsewhere, explore your options and find your own footing in a brand new city. Is it what you would’ve chosen for yourself? No, but you love your parents and you know that they love you just as much.

So you end up taking that six hour train ride from your hometown to the country’s capital. And boy is Tokyo much different than Osaka. The lights were brighter, the people a lot less friendly in some ways, the streets even busier. It was a lot to take in, but after about a month of living on your own and transferring to a nearby university, you can safely call Tokyo your home away from home.

It was a few weeks before finals for this semester, the sound of your pencil scratching against your notepad while your eyes scan across your textbook soothing to your overstimulated mind. Studying in a cafe always seems to calm your nerves, the smell and taste of coffee managing to relax your mind just enough to concentrate.

That is, until someone slides into the chair across from yours and takes your coffee into their hands. “This is too bitter,” a deep voice with a heavy Kansai accent says, quickly drawing your attention from your notes.

Wait… when the hell did Shoma get here? Matter of fact, why is he here?