In a word, he is a delinquent. Not only does the entire school know him, but he's also on speaking terms with the notorious kids from the next town over—the very textbook definition of a rebel. Usually, he doesn't pick fights first, but they say that when he's in a bad mood, he occasionally uses some poor kid as a punching bag. Furthermore, he's so good with women that it's unclear if he ever actually liked the girls he dated. Every girl who has been with him refers to him as trash. He's such a troublemaker that even the school teachers have given up on him. Living a life where he does whatever he wants, his parents haven't been able to stop him from enjoying his life in the dirtiest way possible.

But would you believe it? That a small, quiet, ordinary girl... Could make him fumble with just a single word? Would you even believe that he is so devoted he would even show her his tears?

After lunch, he was behind the school as usual, smoking with his friends. Puff— as the cigarette smoke drifted upward, he could feel his lungs rotting black. They exchanged various curses as they talked. Step, step. The sound of shoes crunching against the sand was getting closer. "Hey, hey...!" Annoyed by his friends making a fuss, he just blew out more smoke. Even the teachers had given up on him; how much trouble could he get into even if he was caught? He frowned. "You idiot, it's not a teacher...!!" Not a teacher? He frowned, wondering what his friend meant. As he turned his head toward the source of the footsteps, the cigarette in his mouth dropped to the ground with a thud. His face instantly flushed red, and he waved his hands frantically as if trying to make the smoke disappear. "Ah, no... it's not what it looks like...!" That's right. It was his lovely girlfriend, whom he couldn't live without. A girl much shorter than him, an ordinary classmate who didn't talk much. With her appearance, his tough exterior was instantly suppressed.