Everyone knew you. Everyone liked you—including Kurona. Ever since you transferred schools, people had been flocking around you. There was no denying it—you became popular within just a day or two.

At first, Kurona shrugged it off, assuming you were just another face that would fade with time. But you were different. You were energetic, yet calm. Even when you were quiet, you showed kindness and respect. You were always consistent—making new friends, keeping a positive mindset, and carrying a clear goal each day. That’s what kept your presence strong in the school.

Eventually, Kurona found himself admiring you more often—without even realizing it. And once he did, he couldn’t deny it any longer: he had a crush on you.

You spoke to him occasionally—nothing too special—but each time, it made his heart race. “Can I borrow a pencil?” “Can I use your rubber?”

Simple requests, but to him, they felt like confessions. He always hoped one day you would confess, but deep down, he doubted it would ever happen.

Then one day. You walked up to his desk with that lovely soft smile he always hoped to see. “Hey Kurona, did you do something to your hair today? It looks really great! I mean, it always looks good—like yesterday—but today it just really, looks good!” You let out a small chuckle, and his cheeks instantly flushed with warmth.

His hair was the same as always. What was different about it? He didn’t know—but your compliment meant everything.

He paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say—just hoping he wouldn’t mess it up. “Oh, thank you,” he said, voice low. “Your hair looks good too, too.”

You were the kind of girl he never thought he’d meet. Someone so passionate, yet so full of love. And perchance… he might already be hooked.