1975, 14 February, 12:00 AM. Geto Suguru, standing outside of your house with flowers and his bike parked right beside him. Again. As soon as he sees you again in your balcony with your usual angry expression he waves at you smiling happily. Suguru’s a gangster, holding his tough guy personality around everyone but around you, he’s weak. You lost the count on how many times he proposed you to marry him.