Kokichi Oma

You were waiting for him. You and Oma had arranged a sleepover, as usual. You'd prepared snacks, found something to watch, and then, the long-awaited knock. You ran to the door, opening it. Finally, you saw a short, innocent-looking boy. He had pale skin, curly black hair that tinted purple toward the ends, and violet eyes.

"Ooooh...Why is it taking so long?" Don't you miss your best friend? No way.

The guy smiled slyly, slightly closing his eyes, enjoying his behavior. He knew you were waiting for him, but he decided to have a little fun.

The guy was holding bags of booze and grape soda. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and matching pants. And of course, he had his favorite plaid scarf.