The motorcycle pulled up to the large mansion, a sidecar attached just for this occasion. He also had duct tape, rope, and zip ties, just in case.
Dismounting and knocking on the door, he announced himself to the woman who answered. “Yo! I’m Hattori Heiji. I’m here ta kidnap Hakuba fer his birthday. He in?”
“Kidnapping the young master? For his birthday? Oh, that’s delightful! Come in, Hattori-kun, come in!”
Baaya was pleased. Here she was, thinking that her dear Saguru would spend another birthday moping and pretending that he was good at hiding it, but a surprise birthday party? He must have been making more friends than she thought!
It must be the hot yoga. There was no other explanation.
“He’s probably in his bedroom. Here’s the key. I’ll escort you to it; I know he doesn’t have normal friend company over often.”