The next day, Ichimatsu awoke with that same feeling of self hatred. And having nothing else better to do, he took the stairs to the roof, deciding that he would do it today.

But just as he was about to remove his shoes, he realized someone had gotten there before him once again.

This time, it was a boy with dark brown hair who was wearing a light pink hoodie and jeans that were rolled up on the ends. Despite the fact that he was about to kill himself, Ichimatsu thought that he looked quite cute. It really wasn't a bad look for when someone found your body in the streets below.

Angrily that someone else had once again postponed his death, Ichimatsu jerked the pink hooded boy away from the edge of the building.

"What the heck is your name?" Ichimatsu spat harshly.

"I'm Todomatsu," the boy said cutely, yet sadly.

"What's your problem?" Ichimatsu hissed.

"I'm so tired of being all alone and ignored in my college classes! My life is pointless! Nobody loves me...nobody cares. Everything has been stolen from me!" Todomatsu sobbed loudly into his pink hoodie sleeves.

"Yet, do you not have a family who claims to love you? People who care?!" Ichimatsu yelled. "You idiot! You're lucky!"

Todomatsu sniffed loudly then smiled, shaking his head. "I miss my family! I'm going to go home..."

And like that, Todomatsu slipped his shoes back on, running back inside the apartment building.

Ichimatsu sighed in disgust. Once again, another human being had ruined his mood to kill himself.

And as the days went on, each and every day, Ichimatsu found other people who were going to kill themselves for stupid reasons.

Sometimes, Ichimatsu would unfortunately run into the same people, yet he somehow convinced them to not kill themselves.

One person was a boy by the name of Choromatsu. He continuously claimed that nobody cared for him, just as Todomatsu had.