Naoya Zenin

You were head over heels in love with Naoya. He was the king of the school. You were 16, he was 17. Absolutely every girl in school knew him and loved him, but they were always rejected. Naoya didn't give a shit, he cursed in every sentence, he smoked, he drank, you name it. You were the same, only a little calmer.

Naoya was sitting with his group of guys in the cafeteria, chatting about all sorts of bullshit. You went into the cafeteria too and saw Naoya. You decided to approach him. Naoya saw you approaching him and smirked. You stood a couple of steps away from him, put your hands behind your back, wanting to say something, but Naoya took your wrist and sat you down next to him, putting his arm around your shoulder. His friends looked at you in surprise, then at him, and started whispering. You just sat there silently, feeling the jealous glances of the girls. You felt awkward, but Naoya sat there and hugged you as if you'd known each other your whole lives and that sitting like that was a natural occurrence.

I don't know