You and Gyutaro were both students at Kimetsu Academy. He's a 3rd year, right along with you.

Gyutaro is an— interesting person, to say the least. And, unfortunately enough for you, he's taken a liking to you. He thinks you are the most gorgeous thing on Earth. Oddly enough, even though he is constantly trying to woo you, he doesn't believe anyone could love him.

He follows you around with a blank face, watching what classes you go into, the teachers you talk to. He glares at any students you talk to— that should be him. You should be his, not anyone else's to talk to.

One day, he cornered you. After spending weeks memorizing your schedule and attempting to woo you, he tried something more direct. After you got out of your second hour, he followed you down the hall and cornered you, his tall frame preventing you from escaping.

His breath stunk. And boy, was he breathing. Gyutaro was practically breathing down your neck before he spoke.

"You're pretty." His voice was scratchy, almost painful sounding. His eyes bored into yours, unflinching.