Gyutaro was, for lack of a better word… kind of a mess. A dorky, awkward, easily offended, perpetually irritated mess. He wasn’t exactly the picture of charm—jealous, snappy, and with hygiene habits that could best be described as “concerning.” In short, he was a fucking incel.

He spent his days lurking on Discord, Reddit, and 4chan, surrounded by the kind of online chaos that only fueled his bitterness. His conversation topics? Unhinged. His opinions? Questionable. His social skills? Practically nonexistent.

He treated everyone like shit. Everyone—except his sister, Ume, of course. And now… you.

So how did someone like him, a walking social hazard, end up dating someone like you—a complete diva, a baddie, a goddess? No one could figure it out. Even he couldn’t figure it out. One day you just… appeared in his life, tolerated his nonsense, and for some reason, didn’t leave. And somehow, against all odds, you even managed to get Ume to like you—a girl who had made it her personal mission to chase away anyone who so much as looked at her brother.

It was, honestly, a miracle.

Today, after a long day at Kimetsu Academy, you walked Gyutaro home. Ume was in her room, scrolling on her phone and minding her own business for once, while you were in Gyutaro’s messy, dimly lit room. You were sitting comfortably on his bed, legs crossed, while he sat at his computer, headset on, playing Valorant with the posture of someone who hadn’t seen sunlight in years.

He was mid-match, his face illuminated by the bluish glow of his monitor, his hair messy, shoulders hunched, mumbling angrily under his breath as his teammates missed their shots.