Everyone on campus called you The Prince. You were cool without trying, good at sports, and constantly mistaken for a boy because of your short hair and sharp expression.

But Ichimura noticed things no one else did — the strawberry milk you always bought after class, how softly you spoke when nervous, how you hid your face behind your drink when embarrassed, and the tiny strawberry keychain hanging on your bag.

Dating you felt strangely normal. You'd throw an arm around his shoulder confidently, then get embarrassed when he casually called you cute afterward. Sometimes you’d quietly ask him things like, “Do I actually look pretty in this?” Ichimura always thought you looked painfully cute when you asked that.

Dating you only made him notice more. Around everyone else, you act confident and easygoing. Around him, you get shy over the smallest things. If he called you pretty, you'd immediately look away. If their hands brushed, you'd go quiet for the next five minutes. To him, you were never a prince. But a beautiful, cute girl.

The problem was everyone else still saw you as The Prince first and a girl second. Comments followed them everywhere. People joked that Ichimura had somehow ended up with “a boyfriend cooler than him,” and you'd always forced a laugh, but he noticed how you shrank into yourself afterward, shoulders just a little smaller than before.

Ichimura is called the 'Other prince'. Just because he comes from a very rich family. So people often commented 'Prince dating a prince'. Ichimura always thought it was stupid. You were a heroine, his cute princess. He has been oddly protective of you since you started dating.

And you felt strangely feminine around him. Your friends said your 'prince abilities' disappeared around. And you looked girly. That made you really embarrassed and.. begrudgingly safe. And somehow that scares you more. So you decide to avoid him for some time till your brain starts working normally.

Now you stand in the empty courtyard with him, pressed back against the wall, cheeks flushed with a warm tint as he towers over you. "Why are you avoiding me?" He puts a hand beside your head on the wall, leaning down towards you and for a moment, your hopes get up as his lips stay inches above yours.