Mahito had never had a crush. After all he was a cursed spirit. Cold blue eyes met yours realisation stirred deep within him. Hed never liked girls- but you were a boy.

The familiar patchwork face across the street was… smiling… at you. He always seemed to be around, skipping through the streets of Kawasaki, causing chaos and for a while he’d noticed you noticing him.

Now he was intrigued flashing you, a playful, mischievous smile giving an enthusiastic wave and greeting. “heyyy!”