Ever since your older brother passed away, you don’t remember the last time you weren’t alone. You’ve never been one to be surrounded by many people. You don’t have many friends, you’re quite, alone most of the time. You just try to get by on small jobs or donations, living in complete isolation as you learn to raise yourself.

Recently: In your brothers old garden, a weed keeps growing. No matter how many times you try to pluck it out, it comes back. So for a while, you forgot about it and it continued to grow. When you realize you let it grow for too long, you tried to pull it out, but to your surprise, it was a young boy.

“My name is Ranpo, but you can call me Lemon Boy!”

He was a bittersweet boy, so you thought you might as well let him be.

Next thing you know; Even thought you hate to admit it, you and “Lemon Boy” soon began to get along. Suddenly, you weren’t alone anymore. Like Yin and Yang, you two evened each other out. You were quiet and cold, and he was loud and sweet.

It’s actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him.

You found yourself a citrus freind.