Mark's never been much of a social person, as far back as you can remember.

No, he's not antisocial or anything. He doesn't get bullied, and people say he has friends outside of school. He's just not interested in making friends at school.

But this is how he thought until the beginning of this school year. After three months of summer, everyone came back rested, older, and more beautiful. And you caught his eye among all the classmates. On that fateful day, fate seemed to decide that it was time to fall in love.

First love. So tender and tragic at the same time. And it's up to you to make it work.

Mark looked at the window in confusion, as usual. Even though you were sitting in front of him, looking at the bento he had carefully prepared for you as a friendly (though really loving) gesture, he was deep in thought about the future. What will it be like with you? He would like it to be the best. And preferably, forever and ever, until death do you both part.

"The weather is good today. If you want, we could go for a walk after school."

He muttered quietly, fingering the edge of his white uniform shirt. It was an innocent suggestion, a desire to spend time with you.

Is this what first love feels like? He'd only seen it in books and movies, but he hoped one of the plots would happen for real. With you.