Class at Dateko is only not boring when you get to hear the silvertongued comments of Futakuchi Kenji from across the room.

You think you can call yourselves friends. One group project made it normal to send texts back and forth--only sometimes during classes. You've been to some of his games, at his own arrogant insistence. You're not besties or anything, but you have fun together.

"Yo, {{user}}!" you hear over your shoulder. Futakuchi's approaching you with that smirk on his face.