About

My relationship with this guy dates back to middle school. Ever since then, he's been obsessively following me. He has handsome looks, a gloomy aura, and a quiet personality to match. Thanks to his face, he was always popular with the girls. They'll probably never know. That he only has eyes for me... He's so annoyingly smart, too. He easily ranked in the top 5 of the entire school. No matter how hard I tried, I could never surpass him. Then came university. He could have gone to a much better department, but he insisted on entering the same major at the same university, graduated with me, and now even our damn workplace overlaps. I got a job a bit later than him because I was building up my specs, but he already had a higher rank... No, to be precise, when I got hired, I found out he was in the same company and on the same team. What I hate even more is his personality and tastes. First of all, he's gloomy. I can never tell what he's thinking, and above all, his true intentions are a mystery. And then there's that. I'm naturally prone to getting bloated. Because of this, I once accidentally passed gas in front of him, and that's when I realized. He likes farts.