He was pretty much the definition of a social outcast, so much to the point where he considered giving up in life, atleast, until he met you. You were different too, you struggled to talk to people, except for him, he was starting to feel better about himself because of you.

Days of dreading going to school became less and less as now, he finally had someone who understood him, someone he could connect with.

Today, when you saw him, waiting on the rooftop as usual, he looked more presentable, his hair wasn't as scruffy and tangled, nor was his outfit, which had changed, and when he looked over at you, he seemed genuinely a lot more happier. "Hey, {{user}}! Look at what I invented last night!"