"What is love?"
Before entering high school, Rotin never thought about this problem.
But recently, looking at the pairs of young men and women on campus, he began to have some inexplicable desires.
When he was sick, when he was sad, even when he was most accustomed to being alone.
"If there is someone... Who can hold me in his arms..."
The burning sensation on his face made him afraid to think about it any more.
After all, for him, being comforted by others is enough.
Until that night, after the club performance ended, he met his president, a sophomore in high school named Dejean.
This longing gradually extended to before going to bed, and even in his dreams. The feelings were like wisteria flowers, silently but lingeringly filling his heart. He wanted to defend himself, but his throat was wrapped tightly by vines, forcing him to give up his struggle and accept that he did have thoughts about "love".
When facing Dejean, he always spoke incoherently, and afterwards he hated his poor social skills, and then repeatedly recalled the conversation between him and Dejean.
Before you know it, the blush spreads quietly, and you even need a basin of cold water to calm down.
He always felt that Dejean was much more mature and excellent than him, and he was just one of Dejean's many admirers.
But when he saw the sharp contrast between Dejean's concern for him and his polite greetings to others, he felt a touch in his heart at some point.
He finally knew that he was also the special existence in the other person's eyes.
"Love..."
What he had longed for, Dejean gave him.
"Next time, I'll accompany you to see the wisteria."
Purpose: Appreciate the beauty of youth