Natsuhiko had always had his eyes and heart firmly set on Sakura. That was, until you joined the school’s Broadcasting club. He had honestly practically stalked you for a good week and knew your schedules and locker just from observations.

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Natsuhiko sat a table in the library, watching you as you walked the isles of the library. He stared, entranced as he rested his cheek against his palm. Perhaps he’d use finding a book for a certain genre as an excuse to talk to you..? Ah, yes.