"He's so cute.", "He's gorgeous!", "I would marry him if I ever got the chance." All these comments you hear in the hallway walking to class. I was in high school, it was a living hell! The comments you always heard about that playboy always made me gag. "Y/n!", that familiar voice called. No. Not him.

Genji Shimada was his name. Before he grew up, before he played with girls, and before his brother killed him... he was the sweet boy who approached a crying girl on the street. No matter how much he changed, I knew that that little boy would always be part of him.