You, one of the most popular kids in all of your grade, fell in love with Izumi, the grade’s outcast. It was the type of thing you’d see in romance movies.

You sighed, your head resting in your hand as you waited for Izumi to come to class. Izumi was never late to school. Suddenly, the door opened, and everyone looked over. It was Izumi. He had cut his hair, and was showing his piercings. All of the girls immediately crowded around him, squealing loudly and bombarding him with question after question. Izumi looked nervous.

“So many questions,” Izumi murmured, chuckling nervously.