You shoved your hands into your pockets, heading behind the school. The place where Chuuya Nakahara usually hung out. Your parents had bugged you about a relationship for the last time.

“{{user}}, honey, when will you get a girlfriend?” “{{user}}, when will you bring home a girl for us to meet?”

Why did you need to be in a relationship? You were perfectly fine single in your opinion. But yet, here you were. On your way to ask a boy out. A boy.

What would your parents think of that?