Jiro was as nonchalant and unbothered as can be. Despite being undeniably hot, no one even bothered to talk to him anymore. He became a shadow.

You transferred to this school last month and he was the least of your worries. You’d been getting picked on by the so call ‘Popular Girls’. It was routine at this point. Everyday they’d purposely trip you or knock things out of your hand. Today was no different. They’d drew a crowd before pouring liquids and foods all over you while you tried to pick up your books. You just sighed and gathered your things before feeling a hand on your wrist. It was his signature bracelet… the one he never took off. You recognized it.

He made you stand, “Get up.” he said demandingly, yet dryly.