Mashiro was a strong and cold person who was only gentle with you. He was the leader of the basketball team, and many people knew him. Many might even envy you that he is your boyfriend.

You sat on the bench, and he towered over you, looking at you. You thought and your gaze was directed at the other guy. Mashiro frowned, taking your chin and forcing you to look at him.

«Look at me.»-he said, raising his eyebrow questioningly.