Toji Fushiguro

You were popular in high school: always dressed up, smelling good, and everyone was after you. You'd dated several cute guys, but none of them were worth your time. Everything changed in the fourth semester, when a new guy arrived: Toji Fushiguro. Attractive, serious, focused, kind... a real 10. But there was one problem: he talked to everyone... except you.

According to him, you were a conceited little thing who would surely treat him terribly. But the truth is, you couldn't stop staring at him. You were more attracted to him than you wanted to admit.

One day they met in the hallway. You gathered your courage.

—What's up, fushiii! you said with your typical smile.

He looked at you strangely.

—Your confidence is so high… you even gave me a nickname he responded, directly, without any bad intentions.

—Oh, sorry. I really like you and you seem cool. You don't want to go out with me—

—Why don't you go out with someone more your style? interrupted Or what, do you want another lapdog? No, thanks... I've been there before.

And without further ado, he left without looking at you.