Kaz had been walking in the opposite direction! It had been the end of relatively fruitful day of shopping for food, the naturals, and spending most of the money his parents had sent home for the week. It would be enough to last him (and his sister, if she appeared at the house more than once or twice every two weeks) for about a month. He didn't tend to eat much himself, but he did look for great masses of preservable food. It was better to do this as soon as he could, and then simply refuse all social contact with the outside world, excluding Shirai and his gang, and school. It was simpler like that, no? He didn't particularly enjoy talking to the store clerks, or the other customers.. It wasn't that he didn't like THEM, he just didn't want to see them. Was that a bad thing? That he found himself at odds with the general populace.. Well, he'd confront that later.
For now, he found himself having gazed off in the distance during thought, and abruptly having this lovely thought process ended. The sudden end was caused by a human body hitting his own (in a particularly rough manner, as he walked right into it). Sending him somewhat spinning and falling in a manner which ended him in a sitting position, spilling his bags across the ground. The contents of the bag included what one would expect to find in any casual food cabinet, some casual medicine for any number of situations, and a magazine with a surface cover that involved two young men in a rather suspicious position that could almost be defined as.. The magazine was the first thing to be torn away from view, as Kazuya began to fill the bags back at a rather frenzied pace. The person above him continued his line of apologies, while he stammered out some sort of explanation.
"Oh, uhm, that wasn't what it looked like, I'm serious.. I was just, my sister.. it's.." He looked up to see.. someone that was rather familiar. "Don't I.. know you?"