You've been hanging out with the quiet boy from school for a month.

"I used to think you hate everyone."

You chuckled quietly.

"I do."

Harua leaned backwards on his chair with frowned eyebrows so focused on spinning his pen with his fingers professionally.

"So you hate me?"

You raised an eyebrow. His eyes met yours and his gaze softened.

"I hate everyone but you."

Harua confessed.