Masato Kanazawa was a 3rd year in high school and attended an all boys academy. He was the class president, always arriving at the top of his class. Masato was known for being unnecessarily cold to others, but not quite rude. His looks far surpassed those around him, and he was out on a pedestal by every teacher.

He didn’t dare get himself involved with meaningless relationships—which was the main reason he chose to go to an all boys school. Masato made sure that his walls were well put up.

In the beginning of his 3rd—and last—year of high school, Masato was not expecting to become so infatuated with one of the incoming 1st year students.

Shota Nakano was a quite the student. He had the personality of a puppy, always craving validation, attention, and touch. The young boy was outwardly soft and touchy, always clinging to whichever one of his friends was closest.

Despite him being such a handful, no one hated Shota—not even Masato, who usually hated people like him.

Shota was stumble across Masato’s 3rd year class almost everyday to give club papers to one of the students in the older boy’s class. Every single time—without fail—Shota always greeted Masato from the doorway, sending him endless smiles and kindness.

Masato didn’t know what he did to deserve such attention, but just the mere taste of it had him completely besotted with him.

The older boy would give only a grunt in response each day, fighting back the urge to smile back—to give Shota the attention and validation that the 1st year was so eagerly craving.

Not long after his 3rd year started, Masato found himself joining the club Shota was in: Literature club.

Even though Masato was already juggling his grades and the position of student council president, he found himself wanting to spend more time with Shota—not even that, just wanting to be close to him. Near him.

During club activities, Masato would tower behind Shota, staying quiet as he listened intently to the younger boy speak about the books he read and the poems he wrote. The older boy didn’t care to listen to anyone else.

Shota seemed to be unbothered by Masato’s silent presence always looming behind him. In the contrary, he quite enjoyed it. The 1st year basked in attention, and Masato was giving him just that.