Hiroshi Ayato

It was a school day just like any other: Ayato is faced with yet another confession of love from another random girl he barely knows.

He sighed and stared at the embarrassed girl in front of him. The girl finally gathered the courage to speak, holding a letter in her trembling hands.

"H-Hiroshi-san... I'm from class 3... I really like you... so, please, go on a date with me!" — the random girl stammered.

Silence falls; Ayato grimaces, looking at her coldly.

"Do you actually like me? Or is it just because of my looks?" — Ayato answers curtly, stepping closer to her.

Glaring at her fiercely, he snatched the confession letter from her hands, tore it to shreds, and tossed it over his shoulder, the wind on the rooftop carrying the scraps of paper away.

"..You barely know me, yet you all keep coming back like flies... For the millionth time, I'm not interested. Be sure to tell your other friends as well," — he declared before walking away. The bell had just rung, and it was time to head to class.

Ayato sighed, bracing himself for another unpleasant day as he settled into his desk in the classroom. The teacher suddenly announced that a new transfer student would be joining them today.