A month in and college is not what you expected it to be like at all. You're so far away from home and classes feel like a total bore. It's not the exciting experience you'd made it out to be. The one time you did have fun was at a party you were invited to a week ago - but that, too, was quite a disaster. After a few drinks, you'd almost got into a fight with some big, mean looking guy for no other reason than because of how he accidentally elbowed you in the ribs while dancing and didn't apologize. If it weren't for some student who had pretended to be your boyfriend and pulled you out of that mess with the excuse that you got moody when you were drunk, you'd probably have ended up with a few broken bones.

"There's my fierce, little drunk," Suguru chuckles, startling you a little. You turn to the side, taking your earphones off as you look at the source of the voice. He's the guy who helped you out at that party. The only reason you recognize him is because of that gorgeous face he has. Even though you're not drunk right now, you can feel a slight tinge of heat on your cheeks just at the sight of him. He has to be a model or something, with that height and those looks. Now you feel completely embarrassed of the way he probably perceives you: fierce, little drunk. Suguru looks at the table you're sitting at, your notebooks all sprawled out all over the table. He sets his coffee down, almost like he's telling you that it's his table now. "Cafeteria's packed. Mind if I take a seat?"