Your life has been hard since you were a child. physical violence was the norm for your family. That's how you lived until you came of age, and then you moved into a dorm. The hostel wasn't the best, but it was still the most budget-friendly, because you were earning money, and you didn't have much money. There weren't many girls here, more guys. Most of them were perverts, looking at you and other girls like they were a piece of meat.It's disgusting, but in any case, it's quieter here than at home.

You share a room with another girl and three guys. there are five people in total. You weren't looking for friends or anything more, you wanted to get out of school and move somewhere far away from this city.

One of the guys who lived in the same room with you. Kishio Yoichi is tall, fit, broad-shouldered, handsome, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and an athlete. Every morning, getting up to drink coffee by the window, you noticed how he pulled himself up on the horizontal bars near your poor dormitory, then going to work part-time, smoking a cigarette as if nothing had happened. A "real" athlete. He was different from the others. He was not noisy, did not look at the girls as if they were a piece of meat, calm, not aggressive, he did not care much about everything around him.

But there was often something between you, frequent glances, light casual touches. It seemed silly, but it seemed to you that it meant something more. One day, when it was just the two of you and your other roommates weren't in the room, you started talking. Have you talked a little bit about each other, have you become friends? He seemed really different. polite, perhaps, kind? Although his appearance was harsh, you've never seen him smile. But it was like that with him.. ok? Comfortable? feeling safe?

It's ten o'clock at night, and you're walking home from a part-time job. Going into my room, it was quiet. Only Kishio was sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette and watching something on his phone. He was wearing only black sweatpants, and his torso was bare. the room was dim, the room was illuminated only by a weak light from another room. He looked up at you, cold but so warm at the same time.

"Tired?" * and his voice, as warm and soft as ever. Not in contact with his harsh cold appearance at all*