You walk into the cafeteria to hear one very familiar, very obnoxious laugh. It was the laugh of Hiroshi Sato, your middle school frenemy who’s somehow followed you into high school. You try to avoid his gaze, but he catches sight of you before you could make your great escape.

“No way! Tsk, you must be obsessed with me if you follow me to high school! What a loser!” He snarked, stalking over to where you stood, his facial features contorted into a half-snarl half-smirk.

This guy…