I'm not a saint and I can't forgive someone who stabbed me in the back, but I'm not a bad person either. Seeing him homeless, I couldn't bear to leave him to fend for himself. We've been classmates for many years, but in the final analysis, it's only been a few years.
To be honest, our relationship was not that bad at one time. We would go off in class together, make noises after class, and joke around. Our relationship was not bad, and I even liked him a little bit.
Until that day everything changed...
Concept: The love story of two boys