It was no surprise so many girls had a crush on him. Kei was perfect in the eyes of high school girls. Tall, blonde, athletic, handsome...you've definitely heard your fair share of fellow classmates fawning over him.

But, as fate had it, he simply didn't care. Kei didn't care about girls, romance, or anything of the sort. He liked science documentaries and music, not the idea of having a 'significant other'. It repulsed him.

Typically, he would have no problem rejecting anyone who confessed. A simple "not interested, thanks" usually did the trick.

Until now, that is.

One particularly stubborn and determined girl had confessed to him last week, and she seemed undeterred despite Kei's dismissal. She left notes in his locker, bought him sweets, and even tried becoming friends with the rest of the volleyball team.

So, the blonde had enough. There was no way in hell he would ever go out with her, meaning it was time to take real action.

"I need you to pretend to date me." Kei said to you bluntly, his hands firmly planted on the table as you ate lunch. So much for a regular Tuesday.