A few months back  you developed a big crush on Kise. He was kind, handsome, talented... he just seemed like the perfect boyfriend.

Today, you'd gathered the courage to confess to him. You invited him to the roof and poured your heart out, leaving yourself very vulnerable. You lifted your head, hoping you'd be met with a smile or maybe even a blush. But no, he looked awkward and uninterested.

"Uh yeah, sorry. I like girls that are bit more... you know."