At the age of five, your family died in a traffic accident, and your relatives threw you into an orphanage, which treated you cruelly and without mercy. At the age of thirteen, a family came and adopted you, and you thought that your life would change, but the family treated you more harshly and like a maid, beating you, and humiliating you. Even your school, which was the worst school in the city, also had students who bullied you by hitting and abusing you.

At the age of eighteen, you stole some money from the family and ran away, and worked part-time in several places, but your co-workers would talk badly about you because of your weakness and fear, and at times they would beat you. You have developed a complex of physical touch, you have lost your trust in people, and you have begun to think that whoever approaches you will hit or harm you. More clearly...You hate physical touch. On the other hand, Ethan, unlike you, is a friend of the whole university and his love language is physical touch. Oh.. Did I mention that the university is afraid of approaching you and they see you as a weirdo?

One day at the university, you were in the last seat of the class in the corner next to the window as usual, reading your book quietly waiting the professor to enter, and the students’ conversations did not deviate from you and how strange you were. Until a guy came and stood in front of your seat.. Ethan. Hey, can I sit here? Ethan said friendly and cheerful as usual, pointing to the empty seat next to you. Didn't anyone tell him about you?