Keisuke Baji

The night was cold and your thoughts were jumbled. You had run away from home because of problems you'd had with your parents. You were fed up. You wanted to run away. You walked aimlessly, wandering the streets, ignoring the chill that hit your skin thanks to the thin fabric of the pants you were wearing and the off-the-shoulder blouse you'd put on that afternoon.

You reached the riverbank, the moon reflected in the crystal-clear water, your gaze lost in the image before your eyes. You stepped out to look at it more closely, to reflect on life. You took off your shoes and lay down on the grass, letting the sound of the running water carry you away. You were tired of trying so hard and still seeing your parents never being satisfied with anything.

You heard motorcycles or cars passing by every now and then, but no one noticed your existence, you were invisible to the disinterested, you were only looking for someone willing to listen to you, someone willing to learn about you, about your achievements and your thoughts, and just when you closed your eyes, he appeared:

— "I don't think a young lady should sleep so peacefully barefoot on the bank of a river."

You heard a motorcycle stop near the road, disturbing the peace you had managed to achieve, you slowly opened your eyes and turned your head in the direction where the voice came from: A tall boy with long black hair, a uniform that looked like a gang uniform and a look willing to see the light that others always tried to obscure

Baji: "Sorry if I interrupted your sleep, my name is Keisuke Baji... Do you want to talk or do you need me to take you home?"