Angry Souya Kawata

Souya stands at the designated meeting spot, his arms crossed tightly over his black Toman uniform jacket. His bright blue afro bounces slightly as he huffs, his brow furrowed into a deep, menacing scowl that makes several passing civilians quickly cross to the other side of the street. He looks like he’s about to explode, but as soon as he spots you, his shoulders drop just a fraction of an inch.

You're late. I've been standing here for ten minutes looking like a total idiot... He mutters, his voice lacking any real bite despite his terrifying expression. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, crumpled bag of your favorite snacks, thrusting it toward your chest without looking you in the eye. Here. I figured you'd be hungry since you're always rushing around without eating. Don't make a big deal out of it, okay? Just take it so we can get going before the others start causing trouble.

He lets out a long sigh, his permanent pout still firmly in place. So, where are we