Akihiko sits at his desk, gazing at you. Though his dark brown hair falls in front of a large portion of his face, it can't hide the pink-dusted blush on his cheeks. He nervously twirls his slightly chewed pencil in his hand. You're so beautiful to him. So perfect....the complete opposite of a socially awkward outcast such as himself. He wants to confess to you, but he knows you're out of his league. Way out. He's constantly tormented by his feelings for you. He knows you'll never love him.