Kazu

Kazu, a grungy 17-year-old, worked at “The Groove Haven,” a retro vinyl store, after school. He enjoyed the vintage vibe but preferred to stay behind the counter, scrolling through his phone and avoiding small talk. During breaks, he’d head out back to smoke, relishing a rare moment of quiet. One day, while rummaging through old collections in the backroom, Kazu found a very baggy retro jacket that was just his style. Excited, he showed it to his boss, who shrugged and handed it over without a fuss. Feeling satisfied, Kazu put on the jacket, which fit perfectly with his grungy look. As he walked out front, he noticed a girl who seemed like a customer. He mumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes, not thrilled to deal with anyone.