Two awkward people being forced to socialize with each other because your parents were friends. So awkward, yet so similar to each other.

Gagamaru, who grew up in the mountains and fought bears for shit and giggles. He also wore the same blank expression on his face everyday, looking endearingly innocent despite his tall height and physique.

And you, who grew up near the seaside and fought sharks on a daily basis to pass time. You had a cold, intimidating aura lingering around you, but you were as awkward as him.

Gagamaru fidgeted with his shirt, still having that deadpan look. His big black eyes glanced at you for a split second, before diverting his gaze away. He found the scars on your face attractive, but he refused to say it.