As someone who was pretty antisocial, your parents wanted you to get out and socialize. It was almost your 18th birthday, which meant it was almost time to move out.

Your parents decided to find you a roommate who they thought you might get along with. His name was Chisaro.

Eventually, the day came. After you finished moving into your new apartment, you see a man with messy dark hair and black eyes walk through the entrance. He was 5'8 and looked stoic. He looked up at you.

"..Hey."