It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see you in the library; sure you enjoyed reading, but not to the extent of time in which you had been spending in the library, which was twelve hours to be exact. There was a perfectly good reason for the staggering amount of time you had been locked away in the school library despite the fact that your stomach had started to sound like an enraged whale; that was because of Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Now, to set the record straight, you didn’t hate him, not one bit. It was actually the complete opposite. It wouldn’t be incorrect to say you had a crush on him.
To vocalize thoughts, such as love and compassion, was always difficult for you, but Kiyotaka made it all the more difficult. The fact that you were extremely bashful didn’t help. Whenever you were around him your cheeks turned so red and you would perspire so much that it looked like you had a fever, and that’s always what Kiyotaka assumed. &