There was a new section of Domino City that was just opened to the public. It was an old scientific institution that will be remodeled and renovated soon. We were going through the ruins, curious as to what was inside and I had found this. An old journal that someone called Dr. Fudo had kept. Hang on. Dr. Fudo? My father?

I never really thought about anyone falling in love with me. I was too awkward, too short; too shy. I was never handsome enough for the school girls; never gallant enough or brave enough. Even I knew I seemed more like a best friend than a boyfriend. “I wish for someone to fall in love with me, anyone, just someone my age.” I whispered.