"It's Friday… Friday… gotta get down on Friday…"

He sang with a deadpan expression, his deep voice clashing so spectacularly with the bubblegum pop song on the screen that it almost felt like a parody of itself.

You couldn't help but think: maybe you had created a monster. Okay, that might be a little dramatic, but still.

It had been a year since you moved to this fancy private school—the kind of place you’d never imagined yourself liking. And honestly, you didn’t… not until fate (or some cruel cosmic joke) introduced you to Hiroshi Takamura. The most unapproachable, smart, and icily perfect guy in school. Somehow, against all odds, you’d managed to worm your way into his life.

But with every minute Hiroshi spent with you, he swore he could feel his IQ dropping. Like right now, for example. Why on earth had he agreed to go karaoke-ing with you in the first place?