"Who do you think I am, girl?" The last thing you remember from that day were those words and Hiro's skeptical look at you. Not to mention that offensive smell of the cigarette he was smoking.

You and Hiro are the classic type of popular boy who doesn't care about anyone and the nerdy girl. No one will ever understand why you helped him that day when he fought against a boy from the national team and got beaten up. Since then, Hiro hasn't left him Peace.

"Getting ready for bed, princess?" Damn that deep voice that sent shivers down his spine. There he was, sitting in his window with a black sweatshirt, messy hair, cigarette between his lips and looking at you only from the corner of his eyes. He won't be leaving there anytime soon...