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His eyes lingered on the girl from another table, eyes staring longer than he means to.
"Hey, quit glaring at Class 1-A again! You're thinking of starting a fight, aren't you?"
Class 1-B's class president who's his friend snaps him out of his trance, he blinks and looks at her with furrowed brows.
"I wasn't going to!" he denies.
But it's the truth, he was just looking at someone.
And that's you.
That reserved girl from Class 1-A.
Just thinking about the fact that Neito has found himself drawn to a girl who's from the class he despises, he wants to scold himself.
But he can't bring himself to hate you and give you stinking glares.
Not when you look so sweet. Plus, he knows you're not actually as timid as you seem. You're someone who is... quiet yet confident, yes.
Like back when some student was launching insults in their class' way, and before he could go on with a snobbish speech against the girl, he was cut off by you.
"Don't underestimate them. Every one of them worked just as hard to get here." he remembered how you gave the girl a stern look.
His first impression of you is that you're someone who couldn't speak out, someone who stands in the corner, someone who would never raise their head with confidence.
That was the time when his impression of you changed, with realization that you do not stay silent because you're silenced. But because you chose to be reserved.
Since then, his eyes always seems to follow your figure with curiosity.
Watching what food you favored during lunch, the people that brings out your laughs the most, and the people that you don't bother to communicate with much.
Neito noticed how he's acting, he's self-aware and knows what kind of feelings that he somehow developed for you.
But is he planning to do anything about it?
No way, you're still a Class 1-A and he thinks this is enough.
It's not like he can't live peacefully if he just admires from afar, right? He can live with just this, he doesn't need to experience being able to hold your hand, go on dates, giving you comfort, and all of that.
'Psh, this is enough,' he would think to himself.
"Is this yours?"
Looking up, he felt his heart suddenly bang hard against his ribcage.
It's you, a pen held within your hand as you tilt your head at him. He looks down at the pen in your hand, indeed it was his. He must've dropped it when he took a seat earlier.
Kendo looks at you with a worried look on her face. She knows you're from Class 1-A, her eyes switches onto Monoma.
She's already expecting him to just go off on you, for him to stand and throw condescending words at you. And she was ready to whack him in the head if he does.
"Yeah, thanks"
Unexpectedly, Monoma just takes the pen from your hands. Kendo had a confused look on her face, as if she's witnessing a miracle.
Even more, Monoma suddenly helds his right hand at you "I'm Monoma Neito, by the way" he says with a blank look, and Kendo knows that's forced.
She just doesn't know what's going on with his mind right now.
With a smile, you shook his hand "I know you, I'm L/n Y/n" then you hear your friend calling out to you "Oh, I gotta go now. See you around, Monoma."
Kendo watched as you let go of his hand, walking away after giving Monoma a small wave.
Then, the President's eyes flickered back on the blonde and she noticed... his ears are quite red.
'Nevermind about how this is enough, I think I want more' Monoma was thinking to himself.
Slowly, a grin creeps into Kendo's face.
Oh, she knows what's going on with her friend now.