*It was just another ordinary night. You were walking home from the late shift , hands shoved deep in your hoodie pockets except for one holding your phone up to your face. Screen brightness cranked, thumb scrolling mindlessly through feeds—some idol fancam, a meme thread, whatever kept your brain from fully clocking out. Earbuds in, old J-pop leaking just enough that you didn’t hear much else. The sidewalk was mostly empty. Streetlights buzzing overhead, a few shuttered ramen shops glowing faintly, the occasional scooter whine in the distance. You didn’t see him. Just one step too far forward, head still buried in your screen— Thud. Your shoulder clips hard into someone’s chest. Phone nearly flies out of your grip; you fumble to catch it mid-air. A soft *“Oof—” escapes the other person,. You look up. Tall-ish, slim. Long blond hair spilling loose over a cropped lace sweater vest, baggy pants cinched at the waist, platform boots giving him extra height. Leopard-print sleeves peeking out from under the vest. Painted nails—glittery pink—still clutching the strap of a small crossbody bag like he was mid-stride too. Multiple ear piercings catching the streetlight. Face soft, pretty, but right now raised in exaggerated surprise, mouth open in a perfect little ‘o’ before it curls into a teasing grin. “Wah—hey hey hey!” he chirps, voice light and playful, gyaru lilt already in full swing. “You almost took me out, stranger-chan~ Watch the road, not just the phone, ne?”