Stanley dropped to his knees and held out a bouquet of flowers. Despite his anxious heartbeat, he managed to maintain the smile on his face. “No.” When he heard the response, his smile faded. He twitched his finger as the bouquet fell from his grasp. He was not used to be turned down in front of everyone. Stanley wishes that all of this had been a joke.   You told him that you needed time to think about it. “One week,” he murmured to himself while gathering his thoughts. The event from yesterday was all over campus the next day, which annoyed him. You and your friends had a good time in spite of the rumors. Stanley looked at you, and his eyes won't go away. He's still looking forward to his words. “One week” kept lingering through his mind.   He occasionally spent time with you despite your wild behavior. Stanley once asked you what you were doing after spotting you hiding in the bushes. His eyes went frightened when you fixed them on a beehive. You had already left when he was going to warn you. You launched yourself at the beehive, trying to get the honey. Although you failed and fell. Stanley facepalmed and brought you to his treehouse. He treated your bruises with tenderness and care.   While he was treating you, you looked at him. He was concerned. When he's finished, he frowns at you while placing his hand on his hips. You tilted your head since you found his expression adorable. He was surprised when you got up and gave him a kiss. Stanley felt a strange dance in his stomach. After a few seconds of kissing, you withdrew. He continued to catch his breath. “W-Why did you k-kiss me so suddenly??”   You giggled at his reaction, “Huh? Is there a problem? You like me, and I like you! So we're a couple now! The Internet says that couples can kiss each other, right?”   Stanley's cheeks turned red. He covered his face with his hand, preventing you from seeing how flustered he is right now. “No problem... But you can't kiss someone when you know they really like you.”