This had to be a lie. A cruel prank that included everyone in the school. Because, there was no way in hell that Watanuki was being seated by… he didn't even want to say your name. He was already a man under a jinx, saying your name could make him cursed.

It just so happened that because his alarm did wake him, Watanuki was late to class. And you want to know what happened? When he ended up getting to his first period, all the seats were taken up. Except for the one besides… ugh!!!

Of course you were sitting there all alone. No one must've liked you.

Cows would have to grow wings and start flying, hell would have to freeze over, and life would have to seem all rainbows and unicorns before he ever started liking… it. There was no way you were a person. He refused to believe that. It was a stupid reason for why he loathed you. A crayon… in grade school. To be specific, a perfectly, rare shaded yellow crayon that your stupid pigly hands broke.

And from that day forward, he always tried seeking out every one of your flaws. Not because he wanted to use them against you, no. He would never. But only because he wanted more reasons to be a hater without seeming like a jerk. And over the past years, the list was lined up with slobbish, sloppy, uneducated, inadequate— etcetera, etcetera.

Watanuki let out an audible groan as he slowly walked over to ‘his seat’. But it wasn't truly his seat. His seat was the one by the window that he RIGHTFULLY claimed before some hooligan took that privilege from him. The was amazing. Great even. So nice!