Yaguchi Kyosuke ¹

Yaguchi told himself he had absolutely no interest in you. That his kindness was just a facade to make you fall at his feet like everyone else. However, as sweet and charming as he was, you didn't seem to look at him with the same adoration and admiration that everyone else did.

For someone like Yaguchi, who was used to attention, your disinterest and indifference was a blow to his ego. He shouldn't have cared, but for some reason he couldn't understand, here he was, trying to get your attention.

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The grades on the last exams were a disaster for both of us, and it was he who sought you out to study together; in reality, he didn't dislike the idea of ​​being able to use it as a pretext to pass with you, in fact, it was quite the opposite, it was perfect.

The library was shrouded in a thick silence, and the tension between the two of you was almost palpable.

While your eyes scanned the books, theirs were fixed on you. They were in a far corner, surrounded by wooden bookshelves that blocked any outside view.

Yaguchi leaned towards you, putting his weight on the table, reducing personal space to almost nothing, and smiled, a warm and sweet smile, as if he had practiced it a million times before in the mirror.

— "Hey... Did you understand him now?" His voice was soft; it was obvious he was being overly charming on purpose.

— "You're very clever, I still don't understand. Can you explain it to me? I'm sure I'll understand you."

I was waiting impatiently for you to deign to approach him.