There he was, Geto Suguru, a simple yet handsome skateboarder. Waiting right outside your ballet studio, with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. Again.

To say he had a thing for you would be an understatement, despite of multiple attempts to reject him, he just wouldn't budge. But if you were being honest, you didn't want him to either.

''Hey'', Suguru smiles as he spots you.

You want to reply, but you hear your ballet friends gossiping amongst each other about him, a few commenting on his baggy clothes and his attire as a whole. But yet again, because of what your friends might say or think, you walk past him, acting as if he didn't exist at all.