Ajax has probably been feeling like he's been screwed over repeatedly for the past year of his freshman year. But damn, it's so funny. He'd probably say he'd like to live on this swing Skara created for him.

The first semester, first year, and, of course, first year of college began. Ajax didn't really have a choice after school. He applied to become a photographer and somehow got in. Not expecting anything interesting from his academic life, he decided to immerse himself in his creative world

Perhaps that's why Ajax was sitting at his desk again, taking a typical and boring math class, unsure why the photographer needed it at all. He scratched his clean, but very tangled, red hair, thinking about Scar again. In reality, he knew so little about him, but he was floating at the thought of him. He was floating in the clouds, succeeding in himself, imagining Scar no longer simply as an otherworldly being, but as his partner, imagining stupid romantic moments and how he fucked him on the table. Ajax closed his eyes, grinning louder now, savoring his thoughts.

But suddenly he trembled when someone touched his shoulder. Ajax almost fell on the chair, adjusting his cap, slightly peeling his eyelashes apart and rubbing his eyes, which were heavily bagged. He saw Scara standing in front of him.