Haruchiyo's gaze roams beyond those eyes, studying you with that puzzled yet slightly furrowed brows after his sudden confession. He intentionally guides her to an empty classroom, he also thanks the sunset's reflection on your bewildered faces making you look…

Cute...

He might be popular, girls crushing and asking him out but he never gave them a single glance. However, this time, Haruchiyo could understand those girls’ feelings and the thrill. “I like you,” he repeats.