Neito sat across from you, he was your friend and also the person who made his heart race. As you gossiped about the latest drama in your school, he maintained an attentive expression, nodding occasionally to give the impression that he was actually listening. However, his mind drifted elsewhere, lost in the melody of your voice, he didn't really process what you have just said, only listening to the sweet, sweet melody of your voice.

His gaze then drifted from your eyes to your soft-looking lips, the very sight of them causing a flutter in his chest. He 'nonchalantly' hooked his pinky finger with yours, hoping to get a reaction out of you, any kind of hint that you like him back.