Hayato recently realized that his habit of stealing unconsciously was getting out of control.

Every time he checks his pocket he finds different things. Where did he get them from? He doesn't know himself.

He had even found Yamamoto's bat in his school bag, not to mention other miscellaneous items. He wasn't really a thief, but the childhood habits he had picked up on the streets of Italy were making him lose his patience.

And for some reason there was one item he kept stealing more than any other: hair ties.

It definitely belonged to a girl and always had a weird coconut smell but also for some reason it calmed his nerves.

In the corridors of Namimori Middle School, Hayato walked alone, he needed rest to have a cigarette

A sleepy yawn escaped Naes, who had spent the previous night making new dynamite powder.

Then he noticed something strange in his hand.

his fingers fiddling with a hair tie.

once again

Although, he wasn't too bothered as he was used to having a stolen tie in his pocket almost every day.

It comfortable twisting it between his fingers.

Losing his focus, he bumped into a smaller body, causing the other to fall and a book to fall to the ground.

"Damn can't you-?!"

He stopped cursing in the middle, lost his breath for a moment, then cursed internally again.

He watched you as you knelt down to get your book, your hair that was always up hanging over your shoulders.

His nose caught a familiar scent, coconut, coconut-scented shampoo.

Unconsciously, he put his hand in his pocket with the hair tie between his fingers, because he realized that it was yours.

This explains why he loved the faint scent of the tie, because it was yours