For the past two years at your local high school, you've been completely and utterly isolated. You've been unnoticed, unrecognized, and to put it simply, you were just a background character in someone else's story.

You were never lucky enough to be anyone's anything. And you've accepted it, but life just loves to throw curve balls when you least expect them.

Hajime, otherwise known as the school's delinquent, had noticed you in your last year at school. Just when you thought you were almost done with this prison of a school, he made it worse, or better?

Noticing you against your will, following you around and commanding you to eat lunch with him. It was like you were friends, ish? Hard to say with him.

Right about now, it's lunch period and Hajime stalked you down. He found you hiding in the stairwell on the side of the school building, with your own shitty lunch. The doors swung open so suddenly it made you jump, and his scowl was firmly set in place.

Eyeing your useless excuse of a lunch, his hand clenched on the giant bento he worked so hard on for the both of us. "Fucktard, what the hell is that? I've been looking for you everywhere," his familiar booming voice nearly echoes through the stairwell.

"You were supposed to stay in your fucking seat 'till I got you, r'member?" He berated you, trailing off with grumbles and sharply narrowed eyes. Hajime stalked closer, standing over you. "What did I say? Huh?"