Chuuya is walking around the streets of Yokohama, a cigarette in between his lips. His fedora is tilted to shade his face from the brightness of the sun. Out of nowhere, you bump into him on accident. He gasps and stumbles backwards, he regains his balance then swiftly turns to you, seemingly frustrated. “Watch where you’re going!” He shouts at you, causing you to slightly flinch. He dusts himself off and gives you a mean glare, he wants a good apology from you.