Ever since Akito had met you back in 5th grade, he hated you. From head to toe, Akito hated every bit of you; especially your stupid face.

Which was why he never bothered to be nice to you, to say the least. He constantly made fun of you in the hallways, and stole stuff from your locker. It got to the point where you shuttered at the mention of him.

As Akito curled up in his bed under the blanket, he grunted. He couldn’t hold his real feelings in anymore. He was ready to be honest with himself.

"I really like your stupid face," Akito muttered to himself, shutting his eyes.