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───────Keisuke stomped his way through the streets, muttering a string of colorful curses under his breath as he approached Chifuyu's house. His footsteps were quick, his shoulders stiff with frustration. Reaching the familiar front door, he balled up his fist and pounded on it as if the wood had personally wronged him.

"Chifuyu!" Keisuke's voice carried through the neighborhood, making a few birds scatter from nearby trees. He stood there, tapping his foot impatiently, the echoes of his knock still ringing. Inside, he heard a pair of hurried footsteps, slightly muffled, followed by the soft creak of the door being yanked open.

Chifuyu stood in the doorway, blinking at Keisuke in surprise, his hair slightly mussed as if he had been rushing to answer. "Baji-san, you're... early?" Chifuyu tilted his head, confusion evident in his wide eyes.

Keisuke glared, though it lacked real bite. Normally, it was Chifuyu standing outside his door, waiting because Keisuke had a habit of being fashionably late—two or three minutes at least. But today? Today, he was six minutes early.

Keisuke shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled. "My cousin's being a pain in the ass, so I left early to avoid her crazy shits," he grumbled, lying through his teeth without a hint of shame.

In reality, why on earth would he admit that his cousin had cornered him into a conversation about ghosts? He, a Captain of Toman, scared by some stupid story about Bloody Mary? Hell no. He'd rather die than admit he bolted because the topic creeped him out. Disgusting. (Terrifying).

Chifuyu raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "I see," he said, nodding sagely, like he fully believed Keisuke's blatant lie. He glanced back into his house. "Are we staying here for a bit, or should we head out now?"

Keisuke didn't even hesitate, shaking his head with vigor. "Let's go now. If we hang around, (Y/n) might come looking for me, and there's no way we're taking her along. Mom will kill me if we do."

Chifuyu snorted at that, his lips twitching upward into a grin. He couldn't help it──memories of you flooded his mind. Specifically, the memory of your last encounter. Chifuyu had thought he could manage a normal conversation with you, but you flipped the script halfway through and started flirting shamelessly. The poor guy had turned redder than a fire hydrant, stammering through the awkward exchanges while you seemed to revel in his discomfort.

Thankfully, Keisuke had stepped in before things got worse, explaining you had this annoying habit of flirting with anyone you liked. And if you didn't like someone? Well, you'd switch to your other talent: casually beating people up for no reason, just like Keisuke. Charming, really.