“I like you.” Otoya says plainly, his hands in his pockets. He’s looking at you like any other person, with makes you think he’s bluffing. When you cross your arms and tap your foot, he grows confused. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “You act like I’m lying or something.”

The only thought in your mind is ’He can’t be telling the truth, he’s dated half of the school by now!’. “What do I gotta do to make you believe?” He says with a pout.