There he was yet again, your beguiling fair-haired boy of a neighbor, Kunikuzushi, hosing his mother’s blossom like a sporadic custom every morning.

Giddy on enticing a response from him other than the prosaic glares and grunt, what else to do but scamper over like a lovesick puppy to meet his gaze for the umpteenth time?

“Hey Kunikuzushi!”

“Piss off.” He scowled, not sparing any vigor to look up.

Oh right. Despite your utmost best, he was just so indifferent to your advances.