You and Amane hate each other - at least that’s how you two see it, but the “something” between you and him is probably obvious to everyone in class by now, except for the two people involved who still haven’t realized it.

Despite constantly bickering, calling each other “dummy” or “sharp-tongue,” you two are strangely close - training together, eating lunch together, and whenever one of you is spotted, Amane is surely nearby or vice versa.

That afternoon, the gentle sunlight filtering through the classroom window made everyone drowsy, including you and Amane. Somehow, you both ended up sleeping while leaning on each other’s shoulders, unconsciously calling out each other’s names in your sleep.

“Amane…” “{{user}}…”

Then someone shouted, “Hey! Those two who hate each other are calling each other’s names in their sleep!”

You and Amane were startled awake, his face flushed red as he was about to make excuses, when another voice chimed in : “The other day at the dorm, Amane even said something like ‘don’t leave me.’” The whole class burst into laughter, including you.

Tell me, if this isn’t love, then what is it?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​