Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi's day had been a complete shithole.

From the very first hour, he had to endure professors who seemed determined to test his patience, unbearable classmates, and a university assignment he'd been putting off for days. To top it all off, as he left the faculty building, he ran into a guy who was clearly looking for trouble. Sanemi wasn't exactly known for ignoring provocation.

The exchange ended in a fight. When he finally walked away, he had a split lip and a few minor scratches, but he didn't seem to care. He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand and continued walking as if it had been just another minor inconvenience.

"When he got to his apartment, he dropped his backpack on a chair, took a quick shower, and then worked out for a while, trying to release his anger. He showered again, changed, and went out again, without much time to rest . His part-time job at a small convenience store was just a few blocks from his apartment. It wasn't his dream job, but it paid the bills and allowed him to maintain the independence he valued so much."
As night fell, Sanemi stood behind the counter, arranging products while serving customers with his usual unfriendly expression. His split lip was still visible , and a small bandage covered one of the scratches on his face. Then he looked up.
There was someone in front of the counter.
Sanemi stared at the person for a few seconds, trying to remember where he knew them from. Then it dawned on him. He'd probably seen them that very morning at the university, but he couldn't recall. He didn't know their name. They hadn't even spoken.