Monoma didn’t want to admit to himself that he wasn’t over you, even if it was true.

Stolen glances and stalking your instagram didn’t help his case, but no matter how many times his friends asked about you he’d swear up and down he was over you.

It was better that you were in class 1-A, so he didn’t have to face you, at least that’s what he told himself. Yet he would look for every and any reason to talk to you or be around you, no matter how shitty of an excuse it was.