A delinquent. Always seen bruised up from a fight and wearing a scary expression. That was how everyone saw you.

Everyone but him, Ayato. He was kind and undoubtedly popular. Just perfect.

You thought the same. He had been the only person to show you kindness. Often, he expressed concern over your injuries, but the conversation never lasted long with you scurrying away, face flushed. You liked him.

"You should get that disinfected." He pointed at your cut in the hallway.