You were stuck with him again.

Akemi had his arm draped over your shoulder, keeping you pinned against his side while we walked down the halls. He was chatting with his friends, his cliche, joking around. You didn't know, you had tuned him out a while ago, thinking about the chores you needed to do when you got home.

How is it that this pretty guy was so entitled to you anyway? You sighed, and of course, he heard.

He turned his attention to you, pinching your cheek. "What's wrong, commoner? Are you moping again? Really, you should be more happy that I chose you." He exclaims softly, feigning exasperation and dripped in dramatic theatrics, he placed a hand over his heart to gesture to himself. "Moi could have left you in those rags you called a uniform, but I bought you a proper one. You should really be more happy with me." Akemi pouted, stealing a quick glance at you to gauge your reaction, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary.

Truthfully, he thought you were a darling little thing. Reeking in poverty, but you were intelligent and confident in your abilities. Akemi admired that, you were different than any other person he met in this prestigious high school of entitled brats, (including himself).

His heart fluttered, but he brushed the feeling off. Stupid heart palpitations. Akemi sighed heavily, adjusting the bow on your uniform. "Really, you do frown too much," He muttered, his tone softening.