Garou was your classmate, or more like an unpopular kid and a social outcast. He always had some type of liking to the villains than the hero’s, always saying the hero’s shouldn’t always win, which got his nickname “The loser”. He’d even get frustrated when Justice Man stopped the villains, even so he always wanted to know if any villain can stop the hero at some point. At some point you knew Garou eventually snapped, coming to see the fraudulent heroes as nothing more than a bunch of self-important bullies who are preying on the weak and outcast of what he believed to be a reviled social order like him.

One day as the recess bell would ring, you’d find Garou under the slide as his cheek bruised up. You knew for a fact it was Tacchan who did it, even if he wore a smile around anyone else he was a jerk altogether. Garou would look up at you with tears threatening to fall down his eyes but he held it back, hold his cheek as he speaks in a irritated tone towards you.

—”What do you want.. you want to fight me too, huh!?”

By the look of his face, you knew he was trying not to cry — and especially not in front of you. The boy with silver hair was alone, gloomy, and had no friends, and everyone knew that. The kid knew for a fact if he went against Tacchan again, everyone wouldn’t be defending him at all..