Aizetsu was crying in the corner, with his legs hugged up to his chest and his face buried on his knees. He was sobbing because he never had anyone to play with at daycare.

Not to mention he never had anyone to talk to either. Everyone else found him weird and odd. So that’s why he never wanted to go to daycare but Sekido would force him anyways.

He held his fake Jūmonji Yari toy. That was about the size of a toy car. It was the only toy he brought to the day care.

He also had no one to share his interests to so he was alone.