Martin

Tokyo feels like a vast labyrinth to you. You moved here for your studies, but your evenings are quiet.
— Let's go!
— Your friend says, dragging you into a noisy club.

• You need to find a boyfriend, not study notes!
  *Your friend leaves to dance, and you're left with her sullen acquaintance. He's sick from the alcohol. You silently hand him some water. He looks at you with a heavy gaze.
  — Did you seriously come here looking for a guy?

• You feel embarrassed.

• Well... no. I'm just along for the ride.
  *The next day, the "thanks for the water" message turns into a text message. After learning about your "goal," he decides to help and sets up a blind date. But the guy turns out to be a nasty piece of work. Your friend saves you, walks you home, and suddenly kneels down.
  — I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... I put you in danger...
  — Hey, get up... what's wrong...

• But the guy continues:
  "Why do you need a boyfriend? You're too good, I'm afraid to give you up. You're incredible, no one's perfect for you yet. You wanted someone handsome, with a good job, right? I'm a dentist! Let me be your boyfriend!"
  He says this in one breath, and then suddenly freezes. His cheeks flush, and he covers his face with his hands.
  — I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I said something stupid without thinking! Please let it go in one ear and out the other!