I honestly hated him. To the brim. I hated having to dress up as sis and see his damn face everyday.
"Hello, Shintaro!" I would follow him to class, the same old dread in my heart.
Something changed, I know.
She must've told him her feelings. 'Cuz I was left in an awkward situation.
"Aha... Shintaro what are you-" I stammered, as Ayano would've.
"Yesterday you told me you liked me, and I kinda... like you too." and then he kissed me. The same guy that I would love to watch cry and tortured kissed me. I've never felt more repulsed. But I had to lie.
"S-Shintaro! We're in class- we might be caught!"
This must've been a cruel punishment.
