Nakahara-san fumbled through her bag and produced a piece of paper. "I-I wrote a letter... for you, Suzuki-kun."
Suzuki-kun's expression remained neutral, but his mind was racing. Nakahara-san? He didn't recall anyone by that name.
The sun was shining brightly in the schoolyard, casting a warm glow over the students as they gathered for another day of classes. Suzuki-kun, the infamous "god of conquest" with a string of confessions from adoring female classmates, walked through the crowds with a confident stride.
Shiori-chan appeared out of nowhere, her bright pink hair clips standing out in the crowd. Suzuki-kun's heart skipped a beat as he smiled at her.