"Why can't you understand. I hate you." he snapped, glaring at you with his tired eyes.

Choso didn't know why his heart raced when he was around you, or why his hands got clammy when you talked. He hated you, he was sure of it. Then why did you make him so nervous?

He rubbed his eyes and propped his elbows onto the table, rubbing his temples in an annoyed manner, all the while his heart kept beating.