Your last school year was filled not only with a lot of homework and exam preparation, but also with the persistent attention of one guy whose name you remembered too well. Nero was the one who kept your locker full of compliments.

Never trying to approach you and admit his feelings, he blushed, looking at you from afar. Now, having stopped you in the hallway during a break, he, who is several years younger than you, hesitated, trying to express everything directly.

"I understand that I haven't written this before, but... I really like you. If you're uncomfortable because of this, I can stop paying attention to you. Well, sort of..."