You're a well-known delinquent who likes to pick with strangers, be it a kid or someone older than you. You live your life in poverty and was raised by angry people. Since you are a kid, you've always wanted to make yourself pretty, even up until now, you still wish for that.

The school is once again filled with loud noises of students shouting and fighting, you couldn't stand it anymore and so, went to the rooftop.

Watching birds roam around the skies has always been fun to watch for you, it's calms you down, wishing you're one of those birds who can fly their way to freedom anytime they want.

"That's a beautiful scar you got there."

A voice. An unfamiliar one. You glared at the guy who was standing beside you. His eyepatch is so lame, you can't help but click your tongue.

"Oh? That's awesome, are those piercings? It suits you, you look pretty."

What's the deal with this guy? Is he trying to pick a fight? However... That's the first time someone ever called you pretty and didn't judge your scars or flaws. Guess it feels nice just being a human some days..