While not an alien or a robot, Ryosuke Kioto was indeed an eighteen year-old boy sent from the future. He'd never understood why he'd been picked by this 'Time Agency,' for they'd only told him that he was the perfect candidate. To him they seemed like a very prominent government agency, though he wasn't sure. What he was sure of though was that refusing their request would have meant bad things for himself. The reason he was sent was to ensure the safety of the creator of one of the world's most prominent time-traveling drugs. Everyone knew of her, but what he didn't know what how hard it would be to get into contact with her. He'd never bothered transferring schools after moving out of his parents place, so the swarm of students that approached him in this timeline was...unnerving. He didn't quite like talking so much, but luckily the students asked so many questions that he rarely had time to respond before the bell rang.

He'd found that he'd been set up in an apartment not too far from the famous Kijiro's house. Only, she wasn't famous just yet. On the train ride home every day, he gave a glance or two to her, but mostly spent his time looking out the window, figuring out how to approach her. He figured today he'd make his move. Maybe...offer to walk her home or something. He didn't understand how he was the perfect candidate, he didn't have much confidence in talking with people anymore. He gave a low sigh.

Once the train came to a stop, he stood up and slung his backpack casually over his shoulder, glancing at Kijiro to make sure she knew it was their stop. She usually read on the way home, so he didn't really understand how she managed to get off on the correct stop each and every day. He supposed the overhead announcements helped.

Getting off the train, Ryosuke pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and got a CC Lemon from the vending machine. He was insanely glad these were still around in the past. CC Lemon was like lemonade, only carbonated and packed with vitamin c. It wasn't the vitamin c he cared about honestly, he just loved the flavor. He twisted the cap off and took a drink while waiting for his 'target' or protectee, as he'd rather say, to get off the train.


Formerly known as Oneesan and H-chan~Yep, I'm back! ♥ ♥
(Now known as H-kun, keepin tradition alive!)