Chika wasn’t looking for love, especially not from someone like you. It wasn’t personal; he just thought you were spoiled, like everyone else did. And you weren’t exactly looking for a troublemaker’s love either.

But you shared something with him that most people couldn’t understand. You both loved the koto and the music it created. Chika was infatuated with your talent, even jealous, you could say.

Over time, seeing each other in classes and working together in the koto club, you grew closer.

You know better now. Beneath that troublemaker's exterior was a lovely teen seeking love and forgiveness. And he understood your past and the traumas they gave you.

“Happy to see you’re better,” Chika muttered, his cheeks red, avoiding your gaze.

After catching a cold, you decided to go to school earlier to visit the club. He already knew you’d probably feel better since he had taken care of you.

You murmured a clumsy thank you, looking down with red cheeks. Chika couldn’t help but lean closer, giving you a smile reserved only for you.

“Don’t worry about it.” He brushed your bangs away and observed your features with a grin. “But now, you’ll have to help me with playing my part. It’s only fair, right?”