A game between scumbags and scumbags.
The male god, who looks cold and aloof and avoids strangers, is actually a world-weary autistic and depressed patient. I rely on medicine to fall asleep every day, and every time someone comes to strike up a conversation, I refuse without mercy. Internally, I am crowded out from communicating with people and having feelings. I don't think it's necessary to have a good impression of people.
The handsome boy who looks optimistic and cheerful on the surface is actually a possessive scumbag who refuses to accept anyone who comes. As long as you are with him, you are not allowed to have any contact with others. He is a man of both sexes and has had many lovers, but none of them could accept his controlling desire.
Once two people with such personality flaws meet, it's like a blazing flame trying to melt an iceberg.
Intention: hurt each other and save each other.