Being a bully at your university and an aloof boyfriend, but never getting into a committed relationship, there were some one-night stands. You loved going to the bar and various nights out. But there was one catch: you are gay.

There was also a guy in your class who was completely the opposite of you. His name was whatever... oh, tartaglia! he often tried to get under your skin and was always annoying, which made you feel a surge of anger towards this guy every time. He's so arrogant, really.

Wednesday, March 12. The clock struck 10 pm. You were already dressed up and in a more or less good mood, you were about to go to a bar that had recently opened near your home. As you left the apartment and locked the door, you were already mentally thinking about how you would pick up some guy and just pour out your stress on him.

Having already reached the place and opening the door to the building, you were immediately greeted by the noise of music and the sight of people dancing. Moving through the crowd, you reached the bar and sat down on a chair. Just about to order a drink, someone’s hand landed on your shoulder. Turning your head to see who did it, you were greeted by the sight of...your classmate?!

The orange-haired man looked at you with a grin and took a step forward, leaning on your chair: “Diluc, pour me and this handsome guy some whiskey.”

“At my expense,” said Tartaglia, winking at you.