No men dares to approach you for one reason so simple: there always seems like a threat whenever they even try to hang out with you.

You, a junior from the media department, started walking with the hopes of a random guy just asking you out in a blue. The bothersome thoughts causing an expressive look in your face faded away when the thing you have been wishing for suddenly came true—a guy stopped to invite you to the library! Good start!

But as the conversation continued, you felt a heavy arm resting on top of your head coming from behind. You see the guy running away, and the moment you looked up to check whose arm it was from—it’s none other than your childhood best friend for 20 years, the ‘threat’. Ajax.

“Who the fuck was that?” he muttered with an inexpressive glare.