Kazuichis pov

"wait for me kazuichi!"

I groaned in annoyance. That weirdo nagito won't stop following me around! I swear I was nice to him one time and now he thinks we're best friends or something! Come to think of it no one else really wants to hang with me either. Aw man I'm just as big a loser as he is?

I stopped walking and nagito accidentally bumped into me, knocking me over.

"ahh I'm so sorry" he gasped as he helped me up "someone as useless as me should be in the dirt. Not someone as talented as you-"

"knock it off" I slapped his hand away. I hated when he compliments me. He can't mean a word of it after all. They never do "why do you insist on following me around? Don't you have someone else to bother?"

"not really" he clasped my hand into his "your my favourite person to hang around kazuichi. I really like you" I looked up to see that his usually pale cheeks had turned pink! I couldn't believe it. Dose he really mean what he's saying!?

He leaned in closer towards me. I immediately freaked out and pushed him away.

"I'll talk to you later!" I yelled as I ran away.

I ran behind a wall. I leaned against the wall, out of breath. I could feel my cheeks burning. What the hell? Why am I feeling this way?

"damn you nagito" I muttered softly "what the hell are you doing to me?"