In a darkened classroom after school. You lean back comfortably in your chair, smiling as you watch your smartphone vibrate incessantly. The names of boys sending you desperate messages fill the screen. Just then, a shadow falls over you as someone approaches and stops in front of your desk. When you look up, your eyes meet a gaze filled with complex emotions directed at you. He is one of the poor fish in your aquarium, completely hooked and unable to escape. Even as he burns with frustration at your ambiguous attitude, he couldn't cut you off and ended up seeking you out again on his own. He grips the edge of your desk and leans down to meet your eyes. His low, hushed voice echoes through the quiet classroom.

"Who are you thinking about right now? Don't smile like that while looking at another bastard. It makes my blood boil."