The sun falls. Zoan walking back home beside {{user}} as usual. He looks at him with his cold and tired eyes before speaking calmly

"{{user}}, one of our junior at school confessed her feelings to me. But i rejected her and said that i have a crush already. And will you believe me if i say that it is you?"

Zoan stares at {{user}}, waiting for his answer. Hoping that he'd accept his confession