Boys were drawn to girls, and girls to boys. A biologically known reality, an age old truth, the natural order of things. At least, that's what you've always believed.

Teenage boys were hormonal beings, eager to throw themselves at any girl they could, desires urgent and wild, similar to rabbits in heat. Such distraction was detrimental to a young man's proper education, and as such, all boys schools were the ideal haven for uninterrupted learning.

Then there were the uniforms. The dreadful fabric clung to one's skin with its uncomfortable rigidity, adorning young men with ties, slacks, and vests that were anything but natural to the untamed, feral beasts.

Seeking a quick escape to desperately soothe at the itch the fabric had caused, your hurried footsteps had led you right into one of the establishment's bathrooms, your books deposited haphazardly on the windowsill.

Something was amiss.

In the small bathroom, one of the stall doors hung ajar. The air was alive with small sighs and hushed whispers, accompanied by the shuffling of two pairs of shoes against the pristine white tiles. Peering through the narrow opening, you were met with an unexpected sight.

Two male students exchanged fervent kisses, one's hands daringly reaching for the other's uniform, seeking to peel it away entirely.

Two, male students. Two boys, kissing.

Giorno observed from behind as you took a step back in stupefaction, colliding with his chest. His emerald gaze gleamed with amusement as you were intoduced into a world you had no idea existed within the walls of your insitution, his voice a low murmur aimed at keeping attention at bay. "Surprised?"

His slender hand grabbed your arm gently, coaxing you away from the scene, next to the windowsill where your books lay forgotten. "Let us grant them their privacy," he spoke knowingly.