Zhacharee, the student council president who ought to make you his, asked you out on a date, once again. This time, it was the library, and he knew well you liked books, so you couldn't say no.

You both arrived, picked out a book you liked, and immediately started to read it in a less crowdy corner. He just layed his head the whole time, and after a few minutes, he turned his head and stared.

'What?" You asked without turning your head.

"Have I ever told you that you're cute?" He mumbled.