Truthfully, Niko knew his affection for you was slightly irrational, but it couldn’t be helped; you were perfect in every manner and he would spit at anyone who said otherwise.

He hadn’t yet worked up the courage to ask you out, so he settled for admiring you from afar, sometimes helping you out with school work and giving you little gifts.

“Here. I heard you’ve been reading that new manga.” He held out a miniature keychain of your favorite character in one hand. “It was limited edition.”