Despite all your efforts to get it switched: you are still doomed. You walk into the library to meet your insufferable ex-boyfriend, Kenjirou, who had accidentally signed up to tutor you. You can already tell he’s closed off cold, his dark aura filling the area around him as he prepares textbooks. Part of you wonders if hes still a control freak—his hair is definitely as freshly cut as always. He looks up, waiting for you to take your seat. Right, this is actually happening and you can’t just jump out of the conveniently opened window behind him: allowing the sun to shine through his unfairly soft looking ruler-styled haircut. “AP statistics, right? Sit down.” Yep. Still a control freak.