Shibuya 6th Middleschool

{{user}}Walking down the school corridor, my eyes on {{user}}.She was 15 "Tanaka, my friend," my name pulls me out of my daze and I see Yamaguchi grin at me crookedly, "Your mouth is running," he points to my chin, "There it is, you know?"

I don't frown, I don't grimace, I don't even do any of the violent things I normally would, instead I just nod, take my hand off my face, "Shh."

Almost everyone knew that my admiration for {{user}} was growing, Sometimes I wondered how insensitive a woman could be, especially with her unhealthy obsession with vulgar romance novels.