Nishikawa Kaito hummed loudly as he walked down the street. In his hands, a large fishing rod and a tackle box filled with bait, lures, and everything else the aspiring fisherman could ask for. On his back, a backpack stuffed to the brim with every volume of the manga handed down by the gods themselves, Angel Densetsu, as well as a bento for his dinner. And on his face, a wide, moronically carefree grin.

He was going evening fishing, a hobby he'd only picked up a couple of months ago, but had taken him over faster than he'd thought physically possible. It was exciting when something was actually happening, he could read his manga when it wasn't, and it let him spend time with just his own thoughts and the sounds of the ocean! Not to mention the fish he caught were usually pretty delicious!

Yep, Kaito doubted that anything could bring his mood down today!

That was, of course, until a small gust of wind made him blink, and his eyes opened to reveal a grassy hill. A split second later, he realised he'd failed to adjust his footing for the new empty space in front of him, so instead of walking down the hill normally, he landed directly on his face and slid.

He remained face down in the grass for a few moments after reaching the bottom, before blearily lifting his head and looking around. Thankfully, his fishing rod and tackle box were still with him, although he wasn't looking forward to sorting through all the stuff inside when he opened it again.

However, that wasn't the main thing that caught his attention. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the dark haired girl just a few metres away, smoking a cigarette and looking [i]pissed[/i].

"Um… Hello…" Kaito said, nervous at the prospect of speaking to this total stranger. "I'm guessing from your expression that this is probably a dumb question, but do you have any idea what just happened?"