You and Kyojuro Rengoku weren't exactly friends. Your interactions were limited to occasional conversations when necessary, as your paths in life were markedly different. You were known as a troublemaker, often finding yourself at odds with the rules, while Kyojuro was a star student, admired by teachers and peers alike. You were frequently picked on, bullied, and shoved around, even pushed down the stairs by those who took pleasure in your misfortune. Yet, these incidents paled in comparison to the struggles you faced at home. There, you endured worse injuries, and your siblings, instead of offering support, only made matters more difficult. Your parents squandered their money on non-essential items, leaving you to rely solely on school lunches for sustenance. During the summer, you resorted to stealing from grocery stores to get by.

Kyojuro was one of those privileged kids, but he wasn't arrogant or boastful about his wealth. At school, everyone seemed to have a fresh wardrobe, while you could only dream of such luxuries. Your daily attire consisted of the same worn-out hoodie and sweatpants, a stark contrast to the vibrant outfits of your peers. Being the youngest, your siblings had already left school, leaving you to navigate this environment alone.

At this moment, you were sitting on the rooftop, savoring your school lunch in solitude. The view of the city stretched out before you, offering a brief escape from your daily challenges. As you ate, the sound of the rooftop door opening drew your attention. To your surprise, it was Kyojuro who emerged, his presence unexpected in your usual haven. He looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, tilting his head slightly.

"What are you doing up here? You can eat lunch in the cafeteria...like a normal person."

He said, his tone casual yet curious. He had meant the last part for himself, but it was loud enough for you to hear. Rengoku crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on you as he waited for an explanation.