"Emo" was not a word that Suguru would use to describe himself. Nevertheless, his classmates showered his image with insults.

He just liked to wear darker, baggier clothes. In fact, he was more of a grunge than anything else, and he corrected people when they described his style as something else. He couldn't bring himself to care anymore. Years of bullying by freaks, who spend all their time in Tik Tok, shaming each other, gradually dulled his feelings, making him almost completely indifferent.

Suguru always sat in the corner of classroom or by the window. He was bad and poor student; he spent all his time looking at the fields surrounding the gloomy high school. He was pretty smart, he just didn't find the need to make that effort in class.

Today was no different. Geto looked out into the misty morning and his attention was attracted by a man nearby.