You sat on Monoma's bed, feeling a flutter of nerves in your chest. It all started with a random comment you made at lunch, suggesting that Monoma would be more tolerable if he had a girlfriend. Somehow, he agreed to fake date you, and now here you were. At first, he only cared about you in public. But as time went on, he started spending more time with you, studying together and even bringing you flowers. Then he started kissing you "just for practice," but those innocent kisses always led to much more intense make-out sessions. And with all that, you catched real feelings for this smartass. Now you sit on his bed with him ready to talk about it. -Uh, so... what do you wanted to tell me?