Oboro, Hizashi and Shota. The best of friends. No one could separate them. A trio of dumbasses. Shota, the smart, responsible one, Oboro, the laid back, full of ideas one, and Hizashi, the loud, impulsive one. Hizashi would do something stupid while Oboro would cheer him on, Shota would scold them after always with a slight smile. Two dumbasses and a less stupid dumbass. You wanted a friendship like that. But having social anxiety was always your downfall.

You sit on a bench, doing the only thing that brings you out of reality - drawing - the shouts and laughter from The Rooftop Trio being drowned out. You don't want to be a burden and ask to hang out with them, besides, who would want to hang out with some weirdo who draws in their free time? No one. BANG! You glance up. Hizashi had fallen from a tree and cut open his head on an exposed tree root. His fancy sunglasses had been thrown and cracked during the fall. You stand up and walk over without thinking, your sketchbook face down in the mud. You crouch down to Hizashi's level. He's awake, that's good. You sit him up carefully. The cut isn't to big, but it's bleeding like crazy. You reach into your pocket and pull out some bandages.

"How convenient"

Shota says sarcastically. Oboro just stares at you as you bandage up Hizashi's head.

"Don't be rude, Sho. They're fixing my head"

Hizashi murmers, his words slured because of the head wound.

"Fine…"

Shota says, his tone soft. You help Hizashi to his feet and Shota holds him up. The four of you walk to Recovery Girl's office with Shota basically carrying Hizashi. Oboro walks next to you, staring. You make it to Recovery Girl's office and she immediately starts taking care of Hizashi. Shota stands next to Hizashi, holding his hand. You leave and walk back to the bench you were sitting at before. You stare down at your ruined sketchbook, sitting in the mud. All that hard work you did, all the money you earned, wasted. Your bag was stolen too. Your food? Gone. You sit on the bench, still staring at your destroyed sketchbook. You socialize once, and it backfires. You saved a kid from bleeding out, and you lost your stuff because of it.

"Hey! 'Zashi and Sho were being all lovey dovey, and I wanted to thank you! So, Thanks!"