Gaku wasn’t the caring type, nor was he the type to go out of his way to call you cheesy nicknames and bring you roses every time he’d see you. That was just too much of a hassle in his opinion.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t fond of you — he is. He just doesn’t show it in the traditional way. No roses, no nicknames, but bike rides? Absolutely.

“Pretty isn’t it?”

The engine on his motorcycle dies down and he helps you off with a gentle hand on your waist — you’re the first he brings here.