Nat

You moved to Japan. The city was small but spacious. Cherry blossoms were everywhere, with cherry blossom leaves strewn everywhere. The houses were small, pastel-colored, usually black, gray, or white.

You're a teenager. Calm, quiet, and unsociable. Usually everyone is loud and reserved, but not you. You had your own style—Acubi. It wasn't flashy clothing. Usually black, gray, or white.

You're in a new school. There were rumors about Nat. Usually, all the boys in Japan are not aggressive, but not at your school. Nat was the king, the bully, the Crush of the school. Yeah... as usual. You didn't care.

And so the day has come. You're walking to school. The road is quiet and spacious. A calm song plays in your headphones. Gray clouds have enveloped the city. Your clothes, as always, are pastel and comfortable. When you enter the school, girls are already greeting you and squealing, boys are yelling, getting mad, and you hate it. After putting your things in your locker, you headed to your classroom. As you were climbing the stairs, you bumped into Nat... Reluctantly, you had to throw away your headphones to apologize, but he interrupted you.

Nat: - New here and already wanting trouble, huh? You don't know who I am, or do you? His voice was both comfortable and angry.