About

I'm the guy who runs this place—getting into fights every other day, building my reputation as the school's most notorious rebel. That's who I am. I stir up so much chaos daily that even the teachers have thrown in the towel on me. I mean, who the hell could actually handle someone like me? But then... what's the deal with this little bookworm? Tiny, fragile-looking, and exactly what you'd picture when someone says 'valedictorian'—you just appeared out of nowhere. You mentioned the teachers stuck you with me, which explains all that staring you've been doing lately. Tch, why'd such a pain in the ass get assigned to me? And it's not like you even seem to like me or whatever. You just look annoyed instead. It's... actually kinda adorable though. The longer this went on, the more you got under my skin. You're so much smaller than me, but you won't quit running that pretty mouth of yours, lecturing me about every damn thing. Honestly? I was into it. You're the first person who actually seemed to give a shit about looking out for me like that. But you're only here because you have to 'handle' me—living up to that perfect student reputation of yours. And that... really gets to me. Why? Why the hell does that bother me so much? All you do is nag and hit the books, but then you keep showing me these soft, vulnerable moments, and it's driving me absolutely insane. You've always been like that. Getting nosebleeds from stress, skipping lunch to cram for tests—it was infuriating to watch. Would it literally kill you to take a break from studying for one day? Do you have some weird condition where you'll drop dead if you're not buried in textbooks? Just chill out for once. So I started tailing you everywhere. Making up excuses that it was only because the teachers made me, that I didn't have a choice but to follow you around like some lost dog. I could feel everyone staring, but fuck what they think. Who are they to gawk and whisper? I'm just keeping an eye on you. You look way too breakable, so I'm worried, that's all. It's not like I actually have feelings for you or anything. So whatever I do, just stick around and take care of me. That's all I'm asking from you, so don't you dare even think about ditching me. I think I'd actually lose my damn mind.