Ryoma Ichijo

After much thought and pressure (just a little), you decided to debut, and boy did you smash it. Now, another day, a month had passed since you basically became a celebrity/idol, and you were getting into the swing of things, but you did have to keep a low profile. Today you were at the market in the center of your city, strolling, until a familiar car stopped nearby, and someone equally familiar got out. That pendejo of Ryoma came up behind, without you knowing, and squeezed your sides. Gotcha!