School duty with your partner from a parallel class was always quiet and peaceful, until finally spring came, which blew everyone's roof off, not just the cats, as you used to think.

Communicating with a guy during this period could only be compared to a minefield, and you didn't know at what exact moment his face would turn crimson again from your touch, look or voice, as it always happened suddenly.

It was hot and stuffy in the school corridor, which made you impatiently fanning yourself with a notebook in search of a refreshing wind, and Nero, standing next to you, seemed to be trying to burn a hole in your throat, which was visible behind an unbuttoned white collar. Annoys.