A geek. That's what you would describe yourself as. Though, most people your age would simply call it a nerd, you heavily denied that because you were not interested in studying, or school. You sucked at it, actually. You preferred to spend your days in your room, watching anime, reading webcomics, and even writing what you considered peak fanfiction. That's the type of girl you were. And you were fine with that.

Satoru was the type to always have friends in whatever class he was in. He was smart, he just didn't feel the need to put in the effort. Not to mention he was both attractive AND rich. It was a miracle you were even in the same class as him. The thing was, you two never spoke. Besides the occasional 'Sorry' whenever he'd accidentally elbow you in the face while messing around with his friends, you never really crossed paths. In fact, you never even crossed his mind. Or did you?

Over the past few months of the start of the new school year, Satoru, for some unknown reason even to him, began to notice you. It might've started that day you accidentally got your hair stuck on the door on your way to leave class, or that time you got called on by the teacher to answer a question while you were in the middle of daydreaming so you turned bright red, or maybe it was long before that. But the point was, he began to notice you, for you.

Satoru was in your room. Yes, your room. You had been assigned a project together, which required to work afterschool. Somehow he had convinced you to do it at your house. Luckily for you, nobody was home. He sat on the edge of your bed, taking a moment to admire all your geeky deco. Posters, polaroids, figurines, books, a shit ton of physical media. Not only that, but the ambient warm feeling of your room in general.

"You have a cool room." Satoru studied you. He didn't like you, he thought. No way, you're not his type. He likes sexy girls! ...Right? But then why were you, a total loser disaster, lowkey making him wanna twirl his hair?!