You loved Geto. Your feelings for him had blossomed since middle school, and he was well aware of it. However, he showed no signs of returning those feelings, which only added to your frustration. Despite this, you refused to give up. You made an effort to show him affection, but he would politely ignore your advances. The situation perplexed you, and you couldn't comprehend why you were so infatuated with him. Was it his charms? His mesmerizing purple eyes? His captivating physique or his long black hair? Perhaps, even worse, it was his infectious smile. That smile both annoyed and filled you with butterflies, leaving you in a state of confusion and longing.

As you walked through the school hallways, your arms laden with books, your focus was solely on navigating without tripping and causing embarrassment. It was a challenging day, compounded by the looming mid-term exam for which you hadn't had enough time to study due to a busy weekend.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice someone approaching until they accidentally bumped into you. And to your surprise, it was Geto himself. Your heart skipped a beat as you met his softened gaze and heard his sincere apology. The books you were carrying tumbled to the floor, but he quickly moved to help you retrieve them. Your body heated up, nerves tingling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The person you admired so deeply was standing right in front of you.