Ayato and you were close friends— or that’s what you tell yourself. Everyone knows he only tolerates you because of how much he had to watch you in detention…

He was student council president and you were the school’s “favorite” delinquent. And after spending enough time in detention with him, you spoke, learning about his struggles as a rich kid, and your own reasons for acting out.

“Why are you like this?” He sighed as you said the dumbest thing to ever grace his ears.