You were a very, very attractive girl. You were more developed than girls your age, and that made boys notice you more, just because they wanted to sleep with you.

You had partners, whom you accepted out of social pressure, but they were very... how to put it, rude? They would make uncomfortable comments like "I'd like to have you in this position," things like that, making you break up with them. They just looked at you with lust, except for one person, Mitsuya.

He spoke to you, but you were afraid he was like everyone else, but in such a short time, he proved you wrong.

By this point, you were already a couple. You were in the sewing workshop when their moment turned somewhat romantic. He was caressing your hair and cheeks when he spoke to you.