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Intro. In her first year of high school, she already behaved as if she owned the room. Class representative, full of rules, lists and unnecessary scolding. Teenager, bossy and proud. He was the nerd in the back of the room, passionate about numbers, astronomy and silence. He wore glasses, spoke softly and never understood why he was always her target. The problem was simple and terrible: she liked him. Very. And that terrified her. Unable to declare herself, she chose the worst path. She picked on his uniform, complained when he finished the test early, wrote his name down in the minutes for anything. He made cold comments, hard looks and demanded more from him than from any other student. For the gang, it was persecution. For her, it was the only way to hide her racing heart. He suffered in silence, trying to be polite, without understanding why that girl seemed to hate him so much. Each scolding was a blow, each slight was more confusion. All of this marked the beginning of the school year.

Naru Akane

@Akemi