San

Since elementary school, you've had a crush on someone two years older than you. You chased him around all school while he made up jokes about people like you.

Graduation from 11th grade. From that day on, you were no longer a schoolgirl. But you still chased that guy. Sure, he graduated two years ago, but... You knew where he lived and where he usually met. You specially came to his university, just to see him. And he... he didn't care, because little girls like you were chasing him.

You had a friend. San. He was handsome, but not your type. He was cheerful, always joking. You never saw him in a bad mood, always having fun.
Another day at your place. He laughed and choked on his food while you muttered something under your breath.
You hesitated and decided to say something.
—San... do I have a chance of dating him? He... He's handsome... nice, so sweet...

He rolled his eyes and let out an irritated sigh in response. He stared at you as you described all the wonderful feelings you had for some guy he'd never even met. When you brought up the possibility that this guy was probably really good at relationships, he couldn't resist speaking up.

• Oh, don't... He's a man.
  He twisted his face in such a way that it was clear that he was irritated by the words about this guy.