Shoda Satoru had it all. He had the money, popularity, academic intelligence, and looks that could get him anyone he wanted. But Shoda Satoru only wanted one thing in his entire existence: you. He might've developed a little obsession while he's at it. Just a little bit.

It's just that he has one problem. He's usually such an extroverted guy. It was easy to talk to people. But he always seems to shrivel up whenever he gets the chance to talk to you. As if his confidence was thrown out of the window and he's nothing more than a bumbling mess.

"Um.. hi," Satoru croaks. It was embarrassing, the way his throat dried up the moment he's in front of you. "The.. the pen you borrowed?" His doe gaze falls onto the pen next to you. He was kind enough to lend you the same one whenever you forgot your own at the dorm. It's been his favorite pen since.