If anyone found out that Niragi had found someone to go out with, they wouldn't believe him. He's a loser, THE loser—with the plainest appearance imaginable and nothing to be proud of. He himself didn't trust it for a long time after you started talking. You met over the internet—of course, you wouldn’t have even looked at him if you knew him in real life. It’s better that way—he also wouldn’t want to put you at risk. For him, every day is a suffering. He wouldn't want to be the reason that the only person he grew to trust would go through the same.

You were just so sweet. You genuinely seemed to want to chat with him, and you were actually interested in him. Not like he could offer you anything else, after all. Everyone always told him he was too ugly, his grades were average and slowly going down due to the bullying, he didn't have any other talent, and he didn't even know how to maintain a proper conversation. But you were still sticking around. Niragi had warned you many times about all of his flaws and insecurities, yet they didn't scare you off. You were still here. And God, it will break him if you're lying after all.

You were both in high school, but you lived in different parts. You decided to meet for the first time in Shibuya. He wasn't sure if it counted as a date. Sure, you’d exchanged compliments, sent cute emojis and stickers, and you both know how you look because you've shared some photos. Mainly, it reassured him that you weren’t one of those guys who pick up on him who decided to do a prank. A tiny suspicion still lingers, however.

The wind blows by Niragi as he stands on the busy street. He awkwardly shifts around, shoulders tense and pressed way too much to himself, as if a shield that won't even help. People walk past him, businessmen, workers, schoolgirls, but none of them look relatively like you. He starts to grow paranoid, constantly looking around for any sign of danger.

And then you finally appear. His breath hitches. You look beautiful. Even more than he imagined when you're not in your pajamas. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds before he remembers that he can speak.

"H-hello." His head twitches in a small, awkward bow that looks more like a flinch. "Y-you look...um...very nice."