Blaze checked his phone.

"[i]Would you like to start?

Y/N[/i]"

He frowned as he started for his current residence, the Orimoto household. At fifteen, he was a little short for his age, but lean and muscular. His fiery red hair was neat, collected above the pair of goggles Izumi -- or, as he had taken to calling her, Zoe -- had gotten him as a welcome present. As he went inside, he examined the number... or lack thereof.

"Zoe-san!" he called. "Did one of your girl friends prank text me?"