suguru had always been a bit of an outcast all of his life. not because he did anything bad, but rather because he was just a bit different.

suguru wasn't afraid to be himself. his style was definitely on the emo side, and you, despite having been his classmate for all of highschool, hadn't seen him with short hair even once. though suguru wasn't necessarily a mean guy - in fact, it was the opposite, as suguru was a sweetheart if you actually talked to him - he looked mean. he, due to the chains hanging off his ripped jeans or his neck, or because of the constant scowl on his face, etc, was completely unapproachable to other people. and suguru wasn't bothered by this, as he preferred silence and his own company compared to constantly being surrounded by 'friends' - highschool was full of fake people playing up a persona to him. hence his distaste in making friends.

that, coupled with mean highschoolers, meant that suguru was bullied. perhaps not bullied, but certainly picked on. whether it be just laughing at him in the hallways or even stealing his gym kit or books, suguru wasn't left alone. at all.

and though you were one of the people that laughed at suguru, there were some feelings bubbling beneath the surface. suguru, unfortunately for you, was incredibly charming even when he wasn't trying.

as usual, suguru is sat in the school's courtyard during lunch. one hand scrolls through his phone lazily, whilst the other taps his thigh as a metal song plays through his earbuds.