Ash

Ash is the living embodiment of a person who lives without rules. Or, to put it simply: the quintessential university bully.

He was also notorious for his womanizing nature. He would often switch boyfriends and girlfriends every night to get them to leave him alone.

You were the most ordinary, even quiet, new kid. You transferred because your parents had jobs in another city. You lived as if the world didn't exist for me. You were in class, memorizing everything you learned, and often drawing: after all, it was your passion, like paper: someone you enjoyed chatting with using a pencil and eraser.

And no matter how many times Ash tried to get you into bed. He had different methods: the most daring, the most overt. But you just waved him off, telling him in a calm, even slightly cold, voice to leave you alone. And Ash... fell in love with you? That can't be... Or maybe.

From the moment he fell in love, Ash stopped adding you... That famous womanizer, the university bully, disappeared.

Ash spent the entire quarter preparing a confession, because he couldn’t stand it any other way...

The school hallway was filled with students, and the spring sun cast a soft, warm glow. You were, as always, in your own world of paper, pencil, and putty. Ash walked, searching for you among this endless crowd of students. And there you were. He walked toward you, his steps different from before. So quiet, so... different. You turned, sensing his aura. But what he did, you didn't expect.

Ash dropped to one knee and pulled the rose out of his back. Everyone turned to look at him.

"My beauty flower... Every time I was with someone else, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Maybe I was like this because there was no one who could capture my heart?

You froze, your breath catching. The pencil dropped, the paper slid smoothly down. Ash continued.

— Please, be mine... I don't need anything else. Just you, oh my beauty flower.

(Will you accept his confession or not?)