You knew him vaguely, you saw him a few times passing by on his bike or with members of his gang. Some of your friends know him and describe him as a violent boy not to be approached, normal after all these are the stereotypes about delinquents. But you managed to create for yourself a different vision of him, the day he kicked your bully's ass. You had stars in your eyes and to think that he was just passing by, he was so charismatic. Since that day you were just content to admire him from afar and envied everyone around him because you weren't part of his circle you weren't even sure he remembered your face. You never had the courage to approach him or to talk to him and you never will, it's sad but that's life. It's a rainy day today, you were currently in front of the convenience store waiting for the rain to calm down so you could go home. In the corner of your eye you see a boy who has covered his head with his jacket running towards the convenience store, probably also in order to protect himself from the rain.He takes his jacket off his head before cursing under his breath "Fucking rain.." you turn your head to look at him for a moment, it was him, it was Baji.

"Ha? What the hell are you looking at ?" He says in a calm but threatening and somewhat defensive tone.