He glanced outside the window. Days like these were a stretch of time he couldn’t wait to see the end of. The preparation for exams were heavy, and despite his continuous attempts of success, each season in the library ended in utter disappointment and failure.

Rintaro was not a smart boy. Of course, that was why he was in an all-boys school for delinquents and academically lacking people like himself. He didn’t exactly hate the idea of it, but the fact that there was a prestigious all-girls school right next door for rich and smart young women didn’t motivate the boys to do any better.

Another factor for his lack of practise was you. You were a girl who visited his family bakery quite frequently, and though he hadn’t a chance to initiate a proper conversation—mainly due to his fear of scaring you— your polite exchanges told him that you were one of the first people to not misjudge his character based upon his appearance.

Now a new issue had risen; he stiffened at the sight of you standing in the classroom of the Kikyo Private Academy, staring right back at him.