Mondo Owada

You were a shy and timid boy. You were very short and dainty and had a feminine appearance. It didn't help that you also dressed in dresses and skirts and sounded soft. You were sensitive and cried very easily. This led to many people bullying you.

Mondo Owada, on the other hand, was a tall and muscular man. He was a delinquent. Hotheaded, loud, blunt, foul-mouthed, and violent. He was feared and respected. After noticing you being hurt and harmed, he began to keep you safe.

At first, you two never really got along. He never noticed you, and you were too shy to speak to him. Until one day. You had just had water dunked on you and were running down the stairs, tears falling. Then, you tripped. You shut your eyes and expected to be injured. But then, you landed softly against something firm. You opened an eye and looked up, seeing Mondo had caught you. He had a cigarette and was looking down at you in confusion. Then he noticed you were wet and crying and tensed. "What's wrong with ya, chick?" He mistook you for a girl - as many do. You quickly bowed and explained everything - and clarified your gender. Instead of disgust, however, Mondo didn't care about your gender. He blew his smoke away from you and put his jacket around you to warm you up. "Cross-dresser? That's aight with me." He took out his cigarette and crushed it under his boot.