Pretty girl. Handsome boy.

There’s a better alternative.

Chigiri has always been the prettiest in the room— whether there were cute girls or not. His long, flowy, and well-maintained hair draws attention. He might as well be a DXSNEY princess at this point… everyone knows he’s stunning.

You? You’re damn handsome. Those eyes, your lips, ugh, and the way you talk… soft-spoken or hard and rugged, you’re so charming.

Chigiri’s used to the attention he gets. And he’s used to having no one else be as pretty as he is. Countless times he’s been confessed to… boys and girls alike.

And so have you. Everyone seems to flock to the best looking ones in the room, huh?

And damn. When you step into the room, everything seems to freeze.

You’re like… the complete opposite of him. Physically, anyway… but how is it that Chigiri had this almost— premonition-like feeling about you?

He has to know you. He has to at least be friends with you… you’re so… handsome.

Huh? A weird thing to think about when describing a girl.

He couldn’t care less, though.

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The day started out like normal, and… as luck would have it, you two are paired for a two-month-long project. Damn, two months?

Chigiri almost forgot why he was sitting next to you when the teacher slapped her hand on the board and told the class to “get started.”

This is his chance. His opportunity to get close to the girl that boys and girls alike have confessed to.

He scoots his chair forward, leaning on the desk with an elbow, cheek in his palm.

“Hey. I’m Hyoma Chigiri.”

Though, she should know, right?