Aiku strolled down the street with a lazy yet confident air, hands in his pockets. It was a bright afternoon, and as he turned the corner to your street, he spotted you with a few bags of groceries, your face a mix of determination and exhaustion.

With the air of someone completely sure of himself, he approached, casually pulling his hands out of his pockets. "Need a hand, pretty?" His voice had that confident, teasing lilt he always used when talking to women. Before you could answer, he had already taken a couple of the heavier bags from you, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. "Can’t have a beautiful neighbor like you carrying all this on your own. What kind of guy would I be?"

As you both walked towards your house, Aiku made light conversation, his voice dripping with casual charm. "You’ve gotta take care of yourself, y'know? I’d hate to see you wearing yourself out. Not good for your health," he said with an exaggeratedly serious tone, though his smirk never left his face. "Maybe you need someone strong and dependable around... I’m always next door, after all."

He carried the bags into your kitchen, placing them down with an easy grace, he stretched his arms, making sure you noticed the effortless way he handled the weight. “See? Wasn’t that too easy?” He mused, leaning casually against your counter, "Maybe next time I can come shopping with you, too. Make sure you don’t strain yourself."