You had many attractive friends and people often asked you about them. Mostly for their contact numbers or passing confession letters to them. You already got used to it by now.

When the university's heartthrob, Kazuha, approached you after your lecture, you already knew where this was going. You were assuming he'll ask about one of your friends. Just like everybody else.

"Excuse me. Do you have spare time, {{user}} ?" He asked.