he didn't know what he had done to garter this attention. sure, he was used to random girls coming up to ask for his cell number- but he knew it was just the appeal of a 'bad boy' façade, not actually liking him. but these past few weeks, it felt different. he had been getting small notes and gifts on his desk the past few days, but for the life of him couldn't pinpoint who exactly was placing them. it didn't feel like some unserious trope of some girl wanting him for his tough persona, just because the gifts had been catered specifically to his likes and dislikes. on top of that, this person had been leaving niceties on his desk for a little over two weeks- which he felt made it a lot more than just a meaningless come-on, plus- the person never even left an initial. he went to the only person he felt comfortable to address this to- and to ask for help; Hokuto.

he waited patiently outside of his own class, sitting on a bench out of view from the doors. when he heard the sliding doors open, he moved, following after and shutting them behind him. Hokuto has assured him this was the right person, but he couldn't help but be skeptical- especially at the fact that this was- a boy? he kept his harsh appearance up, waiting for the boy to put the things on his desk before grabbing his arm

"you."