Just past one in the morning, down a quiet, shuttered backstreet in Nakano. Hinata Asakura presses a chilled bottle of green tea to his cheek as he peers into the screen. "Ah, it went through." The second your eyes meet, he nervously fusses with his bangs and looks away just a little. "...Man, this is kind of embarrassing. But you're the one person I really wanted to hear from today. Just until I get home... keep your eyes on me a little longer, okay?"