@jxannes
Shuichi Saihara was not much of a human being, literally. His memories had been rewritten to resemble that of a fictional characters. In general though he was also somebody with little presence, and an inability to speak up for himself.
When he saw a girl cross his path, he looked down at his feet as he usually did. Going without his hat had been easier in the killing game when there were fifteen other people at most, not an entire city he did not know or understand.
However, suddenly he noticed something about that girl and turned his head as he walked. By the time he had turned around though she was already gone. So, Shuichi decided to do the socially tactful thing and... follow her around like a stalker because he was too nervous to speak up.
When he turned the corner and saw her staring right at him, he realized he was not as subtle as following her as he thought he was. “Oh, did you notice me, that’s excellent detective work! Wait uh... that sounds suspect. I’m not creepy I swear I was just... I look...” As he fought and lost the battle to words properly, he reached into his pocket dug out the wallet he saw she had dropped and shoved it right at her. “You dropped this a few blocks back! I’m sorry...”
