The first time I met the spiky-haired guy, he was sitting on top of some delinquents, staring at me without expression.
I held out my hand in a friendly gesture. "I admire you. Let's be friends."
Then he slapped my hand away.
...Fine, we don't have to be friends. I only had my eye on your technique, anyway.
Then one day, the spiky-haired guy said to me with a cool expression, "Do you like me?"
"...??" Wait, what gave you that idea?
Later, I also discovered that the spiky-haired guy seemed to have complicated, hard-to-explain relationships with all sorts of men.
One of them looked familiar, and it turned out he had the same idea as me...
Ryomen Sukuna: "...Why are you still alive?"
Me: "...Why is it you again?"
Theme: A misunderstanding becomes reality.
