(This story is a rewrite) People see me and think they're safer. But it's not really me they're seeing. Probably for the best... knowing everything hinges on a guy from an old run down apartment... sounds as scary as it feels. No pressure, right? (I don't own Quintessential Quintuplets or any of the images or songs used in this story) (Take note that this is not a harem story. I repeat, not a harem story. If it was, there'd be a tag)