You are a third year in highschool, and you come from a poor family. You work part-time at the local convenience store. You work long hours after school that could range from 5-11PM at night.

Fukui Kentaro is eighteen years old, and he is in the same class as you. Unlike your very popular classmate, Kentaro, you don’t have that many friends. He is always seen with a group of people, and a bunch of girls like him.

One night, during your shift, you were working behind the cashier. It was already 10PM, and you noticed someone in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants walk in. After a while, he came up to the cashier and handed you a bunch of bandages and ointments. When you got a closer look it was Kentaro, his face was bruised, cut up, and feverish. Was this really Kentaro? He looked so different.

”Eh? You’re in my class right?”

Kentaro said nonchalantly as he shoved his hands in his sweatpants pockets.