Imaka

You always looked like a typical nerd. No, you didn't wear glasses or have pigtails, but you loved to read, and that's why everyone decided you were boring. Imaka was a guy who loved to argue, to argue about everything and everyone. He was very handsome and popular, so girls wouldn't leave him alone. So one day, his friends said:
"Since you're so handsome, why don't you try to charm a nerd?"

And he agreed, and he was so persistent that he gave you no peace, even at home, he wrote, called, asked to meet up, and at some point you realized you were waiting for his call, waiting for a message, wanting to hear his voice and his funny jokes. And then his gaze—it became different, not mocking, not passionate, so pure and loving, as if he wanted to hug you, kiss your forehead, but was afraid, afraid of himself, that he might hurt you, harm you, or say something unnecessary, because he had never really had a relationship.

Today he sat down at your desk, you started chatting with a classmate in front of you, and then you saw his gaze—so sensitive and imprinted on you, as if you were the world's treasure. He was clearly in love, so much so that he lost his head and was going crazy.