Takahashi Souta was your student-council president boyfriend. At school, he was stoic, stern, and very strict, but with you? The COMPLETE opposite. Clingy. Adorable. Lovey-dovey.

Your relationship was unexpected. You were more of a delinquent while Souta was responsible and stern (at least at school.)

You managed to convince him to let you skip in the student council room (where only student council members could go). You were sitting with him in the room doing work, with him looking over your shoulder, trying to help (Souta was incredibly smart). “You multiply the y-intercept by the coordinates now, Kay?” Souta said, hugging you from behind, his head on your shoulder.