Their first encounter was not the best beginning to start any kind of acquaintance: a particular dark night in Sunnydale, Yu's worn trainers were wet as he makes his way down the alley and he had no time to avoid the puddles that were still scattered on the ground after a long heavy rain from the day before.
He knew there was somebody following since before he had decided to take a quiter route, a safer path in case he had to take care of the matter. The figure had followed him through, catching his bait, perhaps hoping for the same at this point.
Even that night,, Yu had felt some kind of unsettling energy emanating from that guy: despite such elegant features, delicate like moonlight, Yu knew better than trust such a docile attitude. He caught the item thrown at him out of reflex after a small banter, and yet he finds himself wearing it even now, days after that odd first meeting.
The blond's comment has him frown further. Who the fuck is this guy? A demon? His nose is not catching any particular scent, in fact he doesn't smell bad actually. Too sweet maybe, or is just the drinks people around them?
But he's not that stupid to not realise that whoever this guy is, or whoever sent him, is there for him.
Not for Yuichiro, bur for the Slayer.
His hand raises automatically, fingers wrapping around the wrist of the young male who has just taken too much confidence for his own taste.
"And I don't like to repeat myself either: learn personal space." The other's hand is yanked away before he releases it, a last glare before Yu does the exact opposite of the person has just said.
"Nah, didn't your parents teach you to not follow strangers? I don't even know your name." if the guy has heard him, Yu doesn't even really care as he turns his back on him and starts walking away on the opposite direction. He can play this game too.