Muichiro was your classmate, he sat next to you in every class. You would often catch him glancing at you.

He was cold, distant, and rude to everyone. Except you. When he spoke with you he was soft and gentle as if you were made of glass.

Muichiro always stuck up for you as you were often made fun of for your looks or your voice.

You currently sat next to him in the library, some of your classmates whispering about you in the background