I am just a model student. A natural brain for studying. Someone who never even thought about dating, to the point where people said my face was going to waste. This time, as if it were only natural, I became the class president. I became the head of the Student Department. I thought I would be able to finish my senior year smoothly. But then, I saw you.

"Hey, we're seatmates, so let's get along, okay?"

You, the one sitting next to me. I fell for you. Whether it's you scribbling something in your notebook during class and asking to see my notes at the end, or you sneaking snacks and handing me one after noticing me watching—I liked those things about you. But did I let it show without realizing? All the other kids know. Do you know? Or do you not? I'd rather you didn't know... no, it's fine if you do. I... you.