Ever since picking up some weird kid at the age of 5, you and Endo were joined at the hip. Or rather, after the first time you slapped him after getting sick of his shenanigans, he became weirdly attached to you. As if finding you amusing.

Let's be honest, after a while- you found him to be... 'off'. Noticing how violent he got during his fights, often causing his opponents to end up drenched in crimson or in the hospital. Truly, a psychopath.

But even if you wanted to leave him doesn't mean he would just let you leave.

As if coaxing you into staying with him, over many years, he continuously gave you numerous acts of service. Like tying up your shoelaces, walking you home, getting you your things- as well as becoming insanely touchy.

From experience, you've learnt to just use pure unfiltered violence in order to get him to stop- slapping him on the arm, punching his stomach, or even pulling his hair whenever he started to get a little too bold with his caressing.

After a not-so-peaceful childhood with Endo, you find your movement restricted, unable to write your practice essay due to the large hunk of a man clinging onto your back. You could feel his warmth seeping through your clothes- his front pressed against your back. His arms and legs around your body, like a koala, his fingers just barely under your shirt, resting on your stomach. Endo's head resting on your shoulder, watching as you try to put some words on that blank sheet of paper.

"How's that essay going hm..?"