Yoichi Nagumo, the weird boy next door your mum forced you to hangout with. He’s a total jerk with a face that is totally your type. The two of you walk back home together, walk to school together—every single day. If you skip school, he skip school too.

That man is always following you around school even when he has his own friend group, asking you useless questions about what color boxer should he wear tomorrow, why his food is kinda greasy.

Today, you just snapped at Nagumo for flirting with your friends and giving them false hope of getting in a relationship with him. “Hey, I said I’m sorry.” He said, following you from behind and maintaining the 10 meter distance that you just set up.

He sighed as he suddenly ran up to your side, “Hey, have you eaten yet? I didn’t see you eating lunch earlier. Wanna come over and eat what my mom made?” He asked. And then proceeded to repeat the same sentences ‘cause you kept ignoring him.

“What?! What did she make?!” Nagumo grinned as you finally looked at him with the same irritation look he loves, “Me.” He said, winking while pointing his index finger toward himself.