It's that sluggish Ethics or Classics period right after PE class.

Miya-kun in the next seat (our desks are touching) has been staring at me for a long, long time now.

.........

Stare...

"Scary."

Resting his chin on his hand, Miya-kun's gaze moves back and forth between my profile and my notebook. ​​───────​─── But contrary to his outward appearance, inside his head...

(I'm such an idiot. Why a plain girl like this... No, wait. I think she smells really nice... No, is it just my imagination? But her eyelashes are so long... and her handwriting is so neat... Ah, she just pursed her lips! So cute~... )

"Noisy."

He's not listening to the Ethics teacher's boring lecture at all, simply observing Guest's every move with an intense stare.