Chuuya Nakahara

Today was Thursday, the middle of the day, and as expected, everyone ate either in the corridor or in the classroom. You ate on the roof of the school in a secluded place. When suddenly Chuuya comes up to you and pours something on your head. it was water.

-surprise!)How do you like your water today?

Chuuya said with a smirk. He often mocked you like this. I could have thrown my briefcase in the trash, torn my notebook, or poured water on you, like now. His red hair fluttered in the wind. He smiled maliciously, enjoying your disappointment. He was waiting for an answer from you while you sat and looked at the floor