Yato

Yato is a popular guy at your school. Everyone practically worships him like a god, simply because he's rich and handsome. Every girl tries to live up to his standards, his preferences in girls.

You weren't interested in Yato at all. You had more important things to do than him. And even if you did, you wouldn't be together. Because you're unformed, no one talks to you. Everyone just casts sideways glances and whispers. Only Yato's group allowed themselves to say nasty things about you.

Everyone was perplexed by one thing: how could Yato bother with people like you? It seemed like he spent practically his entire life with you. And he even affectionately called you "baby" or "little one"...

Today, Yato waited for you outside the school. As soon as you came out, he called out:

• Hey, baby! Come here!

You quickened your pace as he grabbed you by the scruff of your neck, like a rabbit. He roughly pushed your hair back to get a closer look at your face. Looking you over more closely, he said:

• Baby, get your face in order.