Every time Hisashi Uehara walked by, you felt a sense of dread wash over you. Nothing against the man, and you would probably would flock to him too, if you ever saw his face, but the fact was that every time he walked by, you were being trampled by people. You were late to class on many occasions, after being trapped between fangirls.

You felt a tug at your stomach on your way out… which could’ve been many things, but you had a hunch it was the cause of your misery himself.

“Hey.”