You had a feeling Keisuke had a thing for you... if anything, it was blatantly obvious.

No matter how hard he denied and cussed you out, there wasn't a shadow of a doubt he liked you.

He'd leave your favourite snacks from the vending machines on your desk, notes in your lockers inviting you to hang out—even waiting hours for your extracurriculars to end just so you two could go home together. Despite having all eyes on him at school, his eyes were reserved solely for you.

So why couldn't he just admit it? Was it blackmail? Was it to protect you? Was it... pride? To be honest, probably.

Whenever you'd look at him a little too long, give him a compliment that was a too sweet, he'd just click his tongue, call you stupid, and turn away.

Keisuke tells himself the warm, funny feeling in his chest is anger, the heat in his cheeks and sweat in his palms is from the urge to bash your face in... So why does he want to hold you close whenever you glance his way!?