it was one time.

[ONGOING]

Denji Hayakawa.

He wasn't very known or popular or liked, so it was hard for him to get around the suffocating walls of High School. Whereas other students strived for grades and graduation, Denji had wanted something else.

A girlfriend.

Megumi Fushiguro.

A boy who spent most of his time in his room or at his work place. Someone who lived his life in dull shades of grey and never found much joy in what felt like anything.

One night, they share a kiss and everything since then had been mixed into a degrimed, tangled mess.

But this mess is all they've ever known.