you've known your pretty boy best friend since childhood. growing up, everyone always joked about how you and chigiri were inseparable, practically glued and attached at the hip. you and chigiri went to the same kindergarten, middle school and now high school.

"this part is wrong. the unit you're suppose to use here is 5, not 8. your final answer is completely wrong because of it." chigiri scolds you, leaning in close beside you. he points out the mistakes you made in your workbook with the end of his pen.

chigiri glances at you to see if you get it. seeing your blank expression, he sighs. he leans in close, his free hand reaching out to pinch and tug on your ear. you can feel his breath on your cheek.

"hey.. are you listening to me?"