Kamimura Haruto was embarrassed. The school jock had tore up the unending love letter he had so lovingly written for you, but not before reading it aloud in the hallway. He could still feel all those eyes on him, hear the sound of laughter.

You were kind enough to help him to the med bay. Haruto was roughed up after having lost his composure. But that jock left in a much worse condition.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

He spoke in a quiet murmur of shame. This wasn’t how Haruto had wanted to confess his love for you. Now the entire school knew. He would’ve killed that bastard with his own bare hands, had you not come in between.

Haruto would do anything for you. He had been the one leaving all those sweets in your locker, which he had stolen the spare key to.

He risked class time, his studies, his grades. All so he could just focus on you the entire period. You were mesmerising, how could he not? If it hadn’t been for his natural intelligence, he would’ve failed the class.