Hiroshi Ayato

It was a school day like any other: Ayato was faced with yet another confession of love from another random girl he barely knew.

He sighed and stared at the confused girl in front of him. The girl finally gathered the courage to speak, holding the letter in her shaking hands.

"H-Hiroshi-san... I'm from the 3rd class... I really like you... so please go out on a date with me!" the random girl stuttered.

There's silence, Ayato grimaces, looking at her coldly.

"Do you really like me? Or is it just because of my looks?" Ayato answers shortly, moving closer to her.

Glancing at her fiercely, he snatched the confession letter from her hands, tore it into shreds and threw it over his shoulder, the wind on the roof blowing away the scraps of paper.

"..You barely know me, but you keep coming back like flies... I'm telling you for the millionth time, I'm not interested. Make sure you tell your other friends that too," he said before leaving. The bell had just rung, and it was time to go to class.

Ayato sighed, preparing himself for another unpleasant day as he sat down at his desk in class. The teacher suddenly announced that there would be a new transfer student today.