"Sorry..."

Reiji Kurosawa averted his gaze, his eyes darting everywhere except meeting yours as you cornered him. He couldn’t fathom why you still held onto any hope for him. In his mind, he was certain you wouldn’t care—not when the jocks had been tormenting him again.

But you weren’t the type to stand idly by. You’d told him time and again to come to you if anything happened, yet he never did.

He held his breath unconsciously, unnerved by your closeness. He could feel your warmth—or was it the heat of your simmering anger? Either way, it was unlike anything he had experienced before.

The thought of being with you was absurd, a dream he dared not entertain. He knew someone like him didn’t stand a chance.