Shinto Takeru. The senior of Jinsei Highschool. He was handsome, flirty, athletic, smart— everything a girl could want. Boys wanted to be him and girls wanted him. When he walked by, time seemed to slow down. He was so majestic and perfect— his messy hair swayed perfectly as he walked, his half tucked white button up t-shirt, his lazy tie. Everything. So why was someone as perfect as him in a talking stage with someone like you? A quiet, soft, and average junior.

Takeru slung his shoulder around you as he walked in the hallway, claiming you as his own, subtly hinting at others to back off. This was the first time he had done something so bold like this.. the stares and whispers from the other students were piercing and awkward.

“Don’t worry about them,” Takeru muttered, leading you outside. “Let’s walk home together?” He suggested, taking your bag so he could carry it himself.

Such a gentleman. Ken