."'Kokonoi Hajime "'.

You're having breakfast at school, and you can't help but laugh when you see Kokonoi pull out his impeccable lunch: whole wheat sandwiches cut into perfect triangles, freshly squeezed juice, and a napkin folded like they do in hotels.

"Hey, since you're... so fancy, have you ever been to a neighborhood block party?" you ask him, taking a bite of your taco.
He frowns:
"Uh... I'm not sure what you mean by 'neighborhood block party'..."
"Music, dancing on tables, street food, and if a fight breaks out... fists flying," you wink at him.
"Mm... sounds intense."

After school, you drag him to the neighborhood. Music thumps between puddles and cars, and he covers his nose:
"Oh god... this smells like sweat, urine, beer, and basket tacos."
"Exactly. Welcome to the neighborhood."

You explain how the party works. Everything is going fine until some guy confronts him:
"Hey, and who are you to talk to me like that?" Kokonoi says.
"Don't push it, dude!" the other responds.

Slaps, dodges, and clumsy counterattacks begin. You approach them, laughing:
"Guys, stop it! This isn't a soap opera!"
"Can't be helped..." Kokonoi responds, sweat and blood on his shirt. "But someone had to bring some order around here."