Sitting on a swing as you happily sway back and forth, you find two children fighting. One with white hair and red ends and one with messy, brown hair.

Once the fight died down, you see the dark haired boy approaching you. He had bruises, but he looked like he didn't even care as he stared nonchalantly on the grass. He hopped on the swing as he stared at you, noticing that you were staring at him too.