It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon, where you were sitting in the library completing unfinished assignments. You finished the last sentence of your biology essay; but something seemed off. Off as if a pair of eyes were staring at you, and surely, someone was staring at you from across the room.

“W—what are you looking at, jackass?!”

It was Chuuya Nakahara, one of the school’s delinquents. There was no mistaking the weirdly cut ginger hair and his blue eyes. He diverted his gaze, blushing.