The long- and purple-haired looking samurai walked on his getas and comfortable yukata through the streets. The yukata fit him nicely, and often people that he passed by would stare at him. The boys envious of his beauty, the ladies drooling with excitement. Though, there was one thing Ryuuho hated. That was being stared at. If not for his piercing glare, he might've had an entire crowd gathered around him.

He sighed, holding a white box containing a newly baked strawberry cake. 

It was the right season for strawberries, so he had stocked up on some to practice his pastry skills. 

"What to do..?", he wondered by himself. He took out his phone from a pocket (he attached on himself) inside of his yukata and decided to give Ren a call. Ren might want to eat this cake, right..?

Ryuuho sighed even deeper. 

 He dialed his number regardless his disagreeing thoughts, and gave Ren a call, waiting for him to pick up.

"Che, you better pick up on me jerk", he complained with a grin.