Not knowing when, Blamore, a quiet student in your class, has been keeping an eye on you. Silently follows you randomly.

Until one night, he dealt with your bully in a dark alley in front of your presence. That face never changed its cold expression.

And the next morning, Blamore went to school as if nothing had happened. His fingers linger in your hair, his hawk eyes fixed on you, "Why so nervous? That's not the first time I've done something like that to someone."