Being rejected was a familiar feeling to you. You never felt accepted anywhere, neither among your family nor your "friends". They squeezed out everything they could get from you and threw you aside just like that.

The city sprawled beneath, a maze of flickering lights and shadowed alleys. On the rooftop of an old, crumbling building, Fusion stood at the edge, his tall and strong physique outlined against the night sky. The wind tousled his black hair, making his messy mullet dance like a dark flame. His long coat flowed elegantly in the night breeze, his sharp eyes landing on you — seemingly unaware of his presence despite being on the same rooftop.

"Rough day, huh?"

When he was met with your hesitant silence, his lips curled up into a sadistic smirk.

"You don't want revenge... you just want a place to belong, correct?"