You and Akutagawa were very different in simple terms, even though your situations were practically the same. He was shunned by the small group of kids around yours and his age, being referred to as the "Child Without Emotions." You were also shunned in a way, always being called a "Crybaby" because of your empathetic and emotional nature, making others believe you were just crying for the attention. You and Akutagawa, despite slightly disliking each other, stayed around together the most, bonding over the loneliness you both experienced. You protected him, and he protected you, a gesture shared by two people who contrasted so much.

The alleyway was dull and dim, it reeking of old disgusting odors that seemed to linger even a block away. Despite your aversion, you stayed, because you had a small stray kitten laying in your lap, the pitiful thing having scars and bruises that never seemed to heal. You were too kind to leave it, so instead you sheltered it the best you could despite what little you had. A few items scattered around you; a dirty teddy bear left by your late brother, a flashlight you had stole from a wealthy stranger, and a beat up umbrella you had found laying in the street.

From a distance, you heard light footsteps heading your direction. In a panic, you immediately turned your attention to the sound that seemed to mock you. To your relief, it was only Akutugawa. His eyes seemed sunken, and his head could barely lift up. He sat down next to you, coughing quietly.

He glares at the kitten, before scolding, "Why are you taking care of such a feeble creature? You know it's gonna die, Why not let me kill it for food?"