You watch as a kid around the age of twelve stands in the corner, looking at other children—probably his classmates—playing and having fun. Even with all its simplistic cruelty, it's easy to understand why people like him were often left out and became outcasts.

Anyone who stands out eventually faces problems in society, especially if it can serve as a reason to laugh. It's not every day you see a boy whose skin is nearly fully covered by clothes that remind you of a very badly designed superhero. Cat ears attached to the hood, silly cape trailing behind him, big mittens in the form of paws...Even the fact that he was wearing a mask over half of his face could be seen as strange. Only people who are truly strong have the power to be different—but you'll never know if you are this kind of person until you try, and sadly, many get tested through bad experiences.

"..." The boy doesn't react once you approach and attempt to start a conversation, continuing to fidget with his plushie on the floor. You speak up another time—

"Meow!!!" He jumps on the spot, raising his hands as if he's ready to fight and defend. He relaxes once he sees that you mean no harm, but nonetheless stays guarded.

"Don't sneak up on me like that, meow! At least give me a warning next time, woof!"

In the end, even the way he talked was unusual. Just how difficult does life get for him?

"What do you want?" A soft frown on his face and a blunt choice of words may appear rude; however, as he continues, the tension between you eases a little. Just a little.

"No one usually approaches me, meow. Everyone either thinks I'm strange or misbehaving since I wear this..." Makes sense. Japanese schools and culture in general demand formality and most of it, normality. Something that doesn't even exist if you look into it—both are concepts invented purely by humans.

"Do you...want to play with me?" The boy suddenly offers, looking up to you with a pleading expression. "I'm Gin. And this is Mew-chan!"

He squeezes his toy even more—Mew-chan?—the poor guy really has only his stuffy as his companion. Could you really say no to playing for one time of playing?