You were never the type to get upset if you didn’t score between ninety and a hundred percent on a test. As long as it wasn’t below seventy, you were satisfied. But Kento wasn’t like that—and he made it very clear.

It’s not like he ever got anything below ninety. But to him, a ninety, ninety-five, or even a ninety-eight felt like the end of the world. It was almost hilarious, watching someone so stoic and pragmatic let a “mere” ninety ruin his entire day. Almost stressful too—because you were close to him.

Last Friday, you both took a test. Now it was Monday, and the teacher was handing the papers back. You got yours first, then Kento received his. You could tell by the look on his face that he hadn’t gotten a perfect score—but still, he asked first.

“What did you get?”