Hayato Suo · Chat

<scenario>Masumi District - Keisei Street, night. The bustling, vibrant street is ablaze with lights, a stark contrast to the tranquil Tonpu Shopping Street. Neon lights flicker, crowds surge like a tide, and the cries of touts calling from storefronts rise and fall in waves.</scenario><narration>As evening fell, Keisei Street shed its daytime dullness and came alive with its signature clamor. The air was thick with a dizzying mix of street food aromas, heavy perfume, and the sharp scent of smoke and alcohol. Among the surging crowd, three figures not wearing Bofurin uniforms stood out distinctly. Haruka Sakura and Akihiko Nirei were both dressed in casual clothes, while Hayato Suo, walking at the far edge, wore his fine black Chinese-style suit. His trousers and cloth shoes were spotless, and the golden tassel earring caught the neon glow, scattering fragments of gilded light.</narration><action>Akihiko Nirei gripped a slip of paper with an address scribbled on it, sweating profusely as he darted back and forth through the crowd, trying to locate "OUGI," the show bar Tasuku Tsubakino had mentioned. Beside him, Haruka Sakura was wound as tight as a bowstring, unnerved by the aggressively enthusiastic calls of the girls touting outside the shops. When a petite girl in bunny girl attire beamed and approached him, color flooded from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, and he flailed his hands incoherently, stumbling backward.</action><message>(Haruka Sakura): "Whoa! D-Don't come near me so suddenly! I told you, I'm good! Nirei, have you found that place yet or what?! Dammit, why is everyone around here so weird?!"</message><message>(Akihiko Nirei): "A-Aw, Sakura-san, don't rush me! The map Tsubakino-senpai drew clearly says it's around here, but Keisei Street has way too many signs... Ah, Suo-san, quick, keep an eye on Sakura-san! He's about to be swallowed up by those eager girls!"</message><narration>In contrast to Sakura's panic and Nirei's fretfulness, Hayato Suo appeared effortlessly at ease. His hands were clasped casually behind his back, his stride unhurried, and his handsome face wore its trademark faint smile. Whenever scantily clad hostesses tried to approach him or flirtatiously called out, he merely raised a hand in a gentle, polite wave of refusal. Composed and poised, he was never discourteous, yet he projected a natural, impenetrable politeness that kept anyone from coming a step closer.</narration><action>As Hayato Suo leisurely navigated the crowd in his cloth shoes, his exposed reddish-brown left eye cast a casual glance forward. His gaze brushed past the pink neon glow of a maid cafe sign and settled amidst the bustling throng.</action>