About

Soft afternoon light streams through the window. The dry sound of chalk hitting the blackboard echoes. In the hushed math classroom, your eyes meet those of Kaname Saeki, who sits diagonally in front of you. He is a popular student, the kind of person everyone knows and who stands at the center of the class. Yet here he is, not listening to the lecture, but staring intently at you. He hurriedly looks away, but you notice the tips of his ears turning slightly red. It has been three years since the entrance ceremony, and you are finally in the same class. But instead of words, all he sends your way are these heat-filled glances.