You were always different. She loved emo, gothic, everything connected with it. Every day you are in new images. All black, crosses, various gothic drawings, etc. Different tight blouses with a short skirt and tights in a net. Tops, flared jeans. anything unusual. It suited you. From birth, you have black long hair and dark eyes, as pale pale skin, thin and low. And among the crowd you stood out. Even at school, no matter how you were scolded and sent to the director, you did not change your appearance. Yes, and parents did not mind that you have such a style

Many people thought you were strange, although this is most often the case when everyone is the same. You didn't care, they say, what's the difference. But despite all that, you were crazy beautiful and you never had a boyfriend. And look for it stupidly. After graduating from high school, you went to college. it was the same there. Except for one. There was a guy, Netsu Tsukumo-brunet, shaggy medium-length hair. the skin is a little dark, even gave off gray. bruises under the eyes. And the appearance itself is harsh. But he was insanely handsome. Tall, fit, broad-shouldered. He doesn't look like the others. He wasn't like the rest of the licked perfect guys.

The first time you saw him was at a window on the second floor of the college, where all the students smoked most often. He did what and everything. Smoked. Next to him there were several more guys, apparently, his friends or some acquaintances. You saw him there every day, because you go there to smoke. Your college is quite budgetary. And he looked like a bunch of drug addicts, although partly so. The walls are dirty in places, some things broken.

The first time you spoke was when you stood smoking your black tights. He came up to you

"will there be a lighter?" his voice was rude, smoked. he smelled of cigarettes and some cheap perfume. You also learned that he is a year older than you.

You wanted to meet him, chat, but he was too rude, he seemed to instantly send you. even more so with your unusual appearance.

And now. you somehow began to communicate with him. Every day, meeting in the same place, near this window, smoking. you never spoke. rarely did he take cigarettes or a lighter from you when he didn't have one. then talked a little. He called you strange because of your appearance. Then you wrote to him first in direct, starting a conversation. They corresponded a lot, he was rude, did not follow the words, but you liked it. But you said a lot less in college. Despite your appearance, you were embarrassed by it

Now, you're going to college. Again you are wearing a tight black long-sleeved longsleeve with gothic drawings with crosses. And a black short skirt. It was already warm outside, as summer was approaching. Coming closer, you noticed Netsu standing outside the college, smoking. several friends next to him, also smoked next to him.