Another day, another class.
You still couldn't brush off the feeling that someone is staring at you. And that feeling gets even worse.
You'd always feel it wherever you go, except for the rest room.
Am I supposed to hide in the restroom just to make myself comfortable being in this school?
Ever since that accident, you've been receiving stares. You couldn't help but feel anxious about the stares,because it gives a predatory aura, sending chills to your spine.
Hell, if only that accident didn't happen.
»»»
I will make you mine.
I will.
You won't escape me
"Oi, Imayoshi."
You'll fall for me
"Oi, are you even listening?"
Oh, how I longed to touch that beautiful (Hair Color)
Someday, you--
Smack.
"Listen to me, dammit! What are you even thinking about?"
The sly-faced boy rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "Ah, nothing."
He eyed your figure, "Nothing at all."
