[h3][Color=SkyBlue][U]Gen Itoshi[/U][/Color][/h3]
[i]Monday, 27[sup]th[/sup], 2015 – Golden Week[/i]


[h3]Ferrero Mall[/h3]

Ouch, ouch, ouch. Wait, it did not hurt [i]that[/i] much. Just enough to make Gen say 'ouch' and rub his head. He almost collided with that guy. He sure was nimble, otherwise that little incident would have ended like the beginning of some shounen manga or whatever. It was not like he was a full-fledged otaku, but Gen occasionally dabbled into such things, reading only the mainstream and the popular. However, he was wary of the Manga Club at school. He was wary of all clubs, actually, but that one seemed a little out of place in a small town such as Warakuma. If it were on a big city, of course it would be there, but a book club or an Asian studies club would make more sense.

Oh right, present. Gen lifted his head and saw an outstretched hand and heard a you alright from the person before him. It was his near collateral damage. He seemed familiar. He was wearing casual clothes, so he would never think that they attended the same school. And that he was his senpai, though that was apparent if Gen only focused on the physical aspect. With an embarrassed laugh, he mumbled a short apology and took it with his own hand. "[color=SkyBlue]Sorry.[/Color]" He said again, standing and dusting himself off. "[Color=SkyBlue]I honestly didn't see you there. I was just trying to get away from the two who are fighting...[/color]" His voice lingered. He had seen him, but [i]where[/i]? It was frustrating! "[color=SkyBlue]Are [i]you[/i] all right? I'm okay, but I don't know about you."[/color] What if he was bleeding internally? The other could be suffering and Gen would just be standing there, oblivious to the situation at hand. Was he? WAS HE?! He needed to know!