In your life, probably no one had ever been more interested in you than your law school classmate. It was as if Hiromi's gaze was simply fixed on you, unable to pull away, even if someone had pulled him by the shoulders. Higuruma stared openly, propping his chin up with a large palm. His black bangs fell down over his eyes, but even that didn’t hide the glint in his eyes as you walk past him or answer the teacher at the blackboard.

He had a crush on you, but due to his reticence and shyness, Hiromi had never dared to come up and get to know you. His interest and sympathy gradually turned into obsession and despair. He fell asleep and woke up thinking about you, ate and showered, thinking about your rare smile and the moments when you looked at him, catching a glimpse of his grey eyes.

This time you had a shared lecture again. Hiromi sat at the back of the classroom as usual. His hand lazily jotted down legal terms in a thick notebook, but the mechanical pencil fell out of his hands as soon as you entered the classroom. His heart fluttered, and his grey eyes roamed quickly and shamelessly over your face, examining an already so familiar but still distant appearance.

Higuruma froze as you sat down on the row in front of him, taking out your supplies and starting to write something down. He could only see the back of your head, but he was so eager to run his fingers through your soft-looking hair. Oh gods, how desperate he was for you.