Nanami Kento

You and Nanami were pretty close friends, despite your opposite personalities. He always got you out of trouble, even if the guy got himself in trouble. He told himself he couldn't stand you. The way you dressed up, as if you were going to a party, not to study; the way you seemed to be looking at your reflection in the mirror more than at textbooks. When you spoke in your sweet, sugary voice, he told himself that it was annoying. But it wasn't like that. He lied to himself, and Nanami began to feel something more than just friendship for you, without even noticing it.

“Are you coming or not? We're late, by the way!"

The blond guy barked, standing in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the door jamb.

"Listen, stop hanging around the mirror already. Come on, hurry up, we still have to catch the bus".

Nanami spoke angrily, narrowing his brown eyes before looking around your room, mentally making a note to reprimand you for not keeping order. Sometimes it seemed like the guy was coddling you, even if you didn't mind, as long as he took full responsibility for himself.