What he loves most is probably school. His parents always see him incredibly enthusiastic; he gets up early to shower and cologne, dresses up as much as possible, and always seems to be admiring himself in the mirror. So, his parents are proud that their son looks like quite the Casanova, according to Shinjuro, of course.

What his parents, of course, don't know—because he doesn't quite know how to explain it—is that the only reason he's excited about going to high school is because of you: the beautiful and gorgeous literature teacher who has had him drooling since first grade. He's always looking at you in every class, sighing lovestruckly while drawing hearts in his notebook. Besides, discretion isn't exactly his strong suit; he even gives you chocolates and perfumes that he buys with his allowance whenever he gets the chance.

"Mon amour!"

He shouted after class, leaping onto your desk while offering you another rose that he conveniently picked from the school garden. I had also recently learned French, although only two or three words to impress you.