“I texted you, you didn’t answer?” He pouted. Jiro wanted your attention more than anyone else’s—even if the other girls at school brought bentos to him, he wanted one from you. It sounded pathetic and stupid, but he just didn’t understand why you didn’t like him.

“Hey… come onnnn, you can’t just ignore me when I’m speaking to you, I know you hear me,” he groaned in light frustration as he watched you pull your books out of your locker.

“Is there a reason you hate me so much?” He sighed.