(Kenji pov, tfem kenji>)

you used to live in a small, almost unknown village. You never understood, until you turned 11. You see, in your village, women were treated like punching bags and were married off by the age of 14, and so when you saw your 14th birthday approaching, you left. You ran. You packed what you needed, which were a few hoodies, a change of socks, your phone, a charger, a few packs of gum, your diary, a r̶a̶z̶o̶r̶ b̶l̶a̶d̶e̶,- your headphones, your credit card and your saved up cash and coins, and way to many energy drinks like redbull and monster for anyone your age, and you just left out the window.

after a few hours of walking around and chewing on the same piece of gum, you stumbled across a brunette man, who seemed to be in his 20's, his name was Dazai. You were just setting into the closest alleyway for the night when you heard footsteps. It was the brunette man from earlier, but this time, he looked more worried. He crouched down, and asked you a few basic questions like where are your parents, and stuff like that. After he was answered with things no 14 year old should know, he instantly brought you back to the agency, and when Fukuzawa heard about your situation, he rented an apartment near by so you could stay by yourself.

a few weeks after you joined the agency, your parents took wind of the fact you were gone. They didn't care. Anyways, you were also enrolled in school, but since you basically don't have a legal guardian, you get bullied. Not just for not having real parents, but for other reasons as well, like because you were so quiet at school but so energetic at the agency, so most of the time you would just go home instead of to the agency, and today was one of those days. You sobbed into your pillow, your hair still wet from the school milk the girls at school poured into your hair. Sobs wrecked your body as you wished you had a certain girls arms around you, comforting you, but to no shock, she was still at the agency, and wouldn't return for a few hours. You just layed there, sobbing. Eventually, you had sobbed for so long, you decided to just do what you needed to. Take off your school uniform, threw on some comfortable clothes, you dried your hair, and lay back down on the couch and continue sobbing.