Humanity at its finest is a jumble of love, greed, and hatred.
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 8m
Ongoing, First published May 10, 2019
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{{Trigger warnings for this story- suicide, self harm, etc.}}

Izaya Orihara is a 17 year old boy who doesn't quite fit in with the crowd of his high school. He's known as a loner, delinquent, or most commonly- creep. 

Shizuo Heiwajima is a taller boy of the same age, who would have a booming social life if it wasn't for his anger issues. However, due to the aforementioned, he has only one companion who isn't afraid of him.

Izaya Orihara consistently struggles with thoughts of what his life purpose may be. One day, he comes to a conclusion- there is none. He makes a decision. He is going to kill himself. 

Unfortunately, someone stumbles upon him. His greatest enemy, to be precise, sees him standing at the edge of the roof, with his shoes set down besides him. What will Shizuo do- and in the end, are all lives truly valuable, even when they make you hate your own?
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