carnivorousdisciplinarian has entered in your gravitational range

With a bored sigh, Enma founded himself once again wondering on the streets of Namimori who apparently were quite crowded today. Maybe because of some big sales that are going around?

Even so.. all he wanted was some of a peaceful place and this certainly wasn’t what he’s looking for. He was at the park but there were too many, way too many people there who were making unneeded noise. Why didn’t he chose to stay in his cozy and quiet apartment? The ginger didn’t feel like staying in a closed space at that moment at all.

Cue of the fact that there were too many moving citizens around, one of them pushed the teen in front, making him bump into something er.. nope, someone. Blinking a few times, his gaze shifted in front just to see a white shirt, crimson orbs catching something that helped him so much in detecting who was without even looking at the face. Commitment band arm… Namimori’s feared prefect.

“I’m sorry about this, Hibari-san.” Enma apologized softly, not hesitating in taking some good distance, enough away from the skylark’s personal space.