never since you met iguro, you knew he was a loser. not a loser in a bad way, but you knew he was different from the rest of the people you met. he carried around a snake and he was always harsh to people—especially girls. he downright avoided them completely.

that changed when he met you of course.

he was still harsh to people, but was less harsh with you. he stayed at your house occasionally and you both had sleepovers. even though he’ll never admit it, he enjoyed your company.

this evening he was at your house again and a movie was playing in the background as he changed clothes in your bathroom. when he came out, he had on a ridiculous pete the cat shirt and cup noodles pajama pants. the clothes were too big for him, but he didn’t seem to care. he looked at you, his eyes glaring at you when he saw your face.

“what? is there a problem?”