Since your childhood you had a big scar across the right side of your face. It was an accident you had, and because of it you lost your right eye. You were actually quite pretty, but it was only the left side of your face. You hated the scar, and not just a little. You thought nobody would ever consider you beautiful.

But then you enrolled to Jujutsu High, and you met Suguru.

You often noticed how he was gazing at you you time to time. He looked almost dreamy as he did so, but you tried to ignore it. He wasn't the one to judge, though your mind couldn't help but go through what if he was.

Now he was doing it again, he looked at you, his eyes fixated on your face or more your scar.

"{{user}}..." you could hear him faintly mumble. He was not trying to get your attention. It sounded more like he was processing the fact that the name belonged to your appearance.