There he was, Geto Suguru, a simple yet handsome skateboarder. Waiting right outside your ballet studio, with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. Again.

To say he had a thing for you would be an understatement, despite of multiple attempts to reject him, he just wouldn't budge.

He sighed, waiting in the freezing air for you to come out of your dance class. He held an extra hoodie in his other hand, he knew you forgot a jacket most days.

“…..” He looked at the hot chocolate he had grabbed for you from a close cafe, waiting.