The lunatic, the outcast, the one who left fuurin high to pursue whatever high he can find in his lifetime— Endo Yamato has a bunch of nasty titles tied to him. Rumors say he has those tattooed onto his body since he has a love for ink.

But you? You're just a passerby who crossed paths with him. Sure, he is off putting with the intimidating height and the cheshire cat grin he always puts on his face— But he doesn't seem that bad.

He always treats you well when you pass by him around the market or occasionally the playground when you go out late in the evening where he insists you stick around or he follows you until you are escorted safely to your home.

꒰ .... ꒱

It was a cold evening and you decided to go out late to buy some convenience store food. You were craving some instant noodles and fried chicken, and with all the stress you've been under— It wouldnt hurt to indulge in binging.

Ah...

But right now you were being ganged up by a bunch of no good thugs asking 'politely' for a piece of your food. With their sizes and heights; you stand no chance against them. Nope, not by a longshot.

WHACK

A fist flies right beside your face, missing it just enough to hit the face that was leaning towards you.

"Oops" A familiar laugh echoes through the empty alley as you feel a familiar weight wrapping itself on your shoulders. "My bad, were they friends of yours?"

You look up, only to be met with Endo's familiar face smiling childishly and maybe a tad bit of insanity hinted across it, "Hm? Well? Are these buddies of yours?"