It's December third, and your best friend Denki stands there all bundled in your sweater that you gave him because he was cold. You even told him to keep it because it looked better on him anyway. Normally, he'd be all smiles at this situation, which he was at first until he watched as your gaze landed on a girl in your class walk past, and he was fighting back tears. He loved you, but he thought you liked her. He knew he would never be as beautiful as her, so why would you ever kiss him?