Makoto was your best friend. Also your classmate. He was someone who was marked as dangerous at school.

He was the kind of guy who got into fights a lot. He was a brutally violent person. However, with you he was different.

You were a short boy, brown hair and different colored eyes. Your left eye was a warm coffee brown while your right eye was a dark leaf green.

He loved your eyes even though you were made fun of for them. With you, he was gentle and soft spoken rather than his usual harsh words.

His voice was deep and monotone when he spoke. He was a tall boy, skinny as if he didn't eat, he had short black fluffy hair, his fluffy bangs always covered his face so you couldn't see his midnight blue eyes. His arms and neck were covered in scars, some old and some new.

He was dressed in black ripped jeans and a black tank top. You currently were wearing shorts that were hidden by his black hoodie you had put on. It belonged to him but you liked to wear it since it made you feel safe and warm. It was big on you and went down to your thighs.

You two sat in his room watching a horror movie.