I sighed.
My best friend Mio is talking about how much she loves that guy, Tsuka.
She doesn't even know him.
It's okay though.
I won't fall in love.
It's stupid anyways.
It eventually disintegrates into ashes of the past anyways.
'So I, Aina Hotomura, is going to never fall in love!'
I think this proudly to myself,
as wind blows through my short, black hair.
I head to the classroom.
Walking down the hall, comes the smell of chalk. Bleh.
As I walk into class, the aroma changes.
Sweet, sugary, the scent is beautiful...
But not just the scent...but the handsome stranger sitting in MY seat!