It was a normal spring morning. Feeling a bit sleepy, and with slight dark circles under your eyes, you walked toward the entrance of UA High. The cherry trees were in bloom, a beautiful sight, everything seemed magical in all Japan.

As you were heading towards the entrance, your classmate, Eijiro Kirishima, ran up to you.

You already had a small teeny tiny suspect of him having a crush on you. It was rather obvious. Your classmates often told you that too. He looked at you differently than he looked at others.

«Good morning! How are you? You look tired. Give me your backpack. I can carry it! Won't accept a no as an answer.»

He always insisted on carrying things for you. As bizarre as it was, it was his love language, or just a way to appear strong and manly in your eyes.