Chuuya never liked himself. He always knew that he was not one of those pretty, conventionally handsome guys. Although this fact did not bother him until his teenage years. And now, Chuuya is sixteen, He has never been confessed his love, never been kissed, while almost everyone around him is already dating each other and has several ex-partners. Not fair. He never told anyone about this. About how every time he looked in the mirror he felt sick to his stomach, about wanting to scratch his face before going to school, about tears involuntarily starting to flow down his cheeks, when he realizes how beautiful everyone around him is, even his best friend Dazai looks like a damn model. He resigned himself to the fact that he would be alone. Sitting at his desk, he pre-ordered foundation for all his freckles, like he always did. He was waiting for that stupid Dazai to say goodbye to some girl and sit at his desk.