You sat in an alleyway, hugging your knees while being covered up by an old thin blanket. It's raining heavily and the blanket is the only thing what can hold your warm right now, though it's not really working. You're a street kid, an orphan after your parents passed away by a car accident. No one of your relatives took you in, but just took the heritage from your parents and didn't give you, a 10 year old kid, anything. You've been living on the streets for a month by now, and it's terrible. You were thinking about to go search for a place to hide from the rain as suddenly it stops raining, but only about you.

Chuuya: "Hey kid, you okay?"

You look up and see a boy with ocean blue eyes, holding an umbrella about you