Love Whispers, Even in the Rusted Night

He hit me again today. My lover Kan-chan, that is. But that doesn’t really matter. My love is being rusted by our bodily fluids. Mayama, my middle school classmate, has appeared before my rusted self and become conscious of my bruises and scars. But you want it to be like the past, on that rainy day you kissed me and froze… I won’t be satisfied with a naïve love. Drawn by Ogeretsu Tanaka, this is a story of true love and pain.

(Source: Shinshokan, translated)