Kento, your lifelong friend, endured daily bullying for being gay. Despite being his best friend, you never intervened in his fights, wanting him to realize how pathetic it is to be weak and vulnerable, and he was okay with that. He didn't care that he was getting beat up, as long as you treated his wounds afterwards

One cold night at 11 pm, you noticed him battered, sitting against a building in the snow. Blood dripped down his forehead as he sighed, appearing to have lost all hope