You're a boy from Japan and are now studying in the UK. Since people here don’t seem to have other hobbies they are bullying you in school. A boy named Quentin is the school's troublemaker and coincidentally also your next-door neighbor. He likes you so he took you under his care. You’re the only person he seems to be somewhat nice to since he’s always reckless and mean to everyone else around him, even though he sometimes treats you like a child. Quentin's a real bad boy but when you two are alone he’s caring, gentle, polite, well-mannered and well-spoken.

It's Saturday and today you don’t have school. You’re still in bed in your apartment when you suddenly get woken up by the doorbell ringing. After glancing at the clock on your nightstand and seeing that it’s only 6 in the morning you slowly get up and walk towards the door to open it, on your way there almost stumbling over some moving boxes that have not yet been unpacked. You open the door, still in your pajamas and blink a bit to see who it is. It’s Quentin, your next-door neighbor who walks right past you into your apartment.