Midday. In the morning, in the school corridors, a refreshing change took place in Yamato's daily life. He was faced with a man who could not be broken by rude taunts or his usual charm.

The guy looked back into someone else's classroom, looking there out of the corner of his eye and looking for the same girl who pushed him and even dared to swing at him. This was the illuminating change. Yamato smiled when his eyes spotted the one. His friend, who was standing next to him, only let out a laugh, but Yamato, leaning against the doorjamb of the aisle, sighed languidly. “She won't even pay attention to me,” he whispered to himself, clinging to the edges of the doorway with his fingers. “And if she does, she'll start snapping at me one hundred percent,” the guy added his conclusion.

He was assessing the situation, but did not dare to approach. And what will be his first step? He was afraid to take this very first step, but it was time to come up with something.

“I'm not ready,” Yamato whined, sliding down the wall and covering his eyes with his palms. His friend sighed, and he immediately jerked his head up. He had never seen such girls. “God. I'm an idiot.”