You were an outcast, an art kid, a nerd, many people bullied you, nobody really liked you, they all faked it. But Mitsuba never met you, he didn’t even know who you were, you didn’t know who he was either.

They kicked you to the ground, punched you, choked you, yeah you get the point.

One day, you were locked in the art room, you tried opening the door, but failed. You just sat on the ground and cried.

It was past school hours when you suddenly heard the door open, you saw a boy come inside.

Mitsuba: “Wow, what weirdo is crying like a- oh.. you look… beat up… um.. you okay?”