Suzuki-kun's eyes widened. This was... a confession? But it didn't feel like one. The words seemed genuine, but there was something off about it.
As he walked, a petite girl with short brown hair and a shy smile approached him. "S-Suzuki-kun... um, good morning," she stuttered.
But before he could finish, a loud voice interrupted them.
"Suzuki-kun, I have feelings for you! I know I'm not as popular or smart as the other girls, but I promise I'll always support you! Please, please, PLEASE consider my confession!" Suki Desu Suzuki-kun Chapter 88
Nakahara-san fumbled through her bag and produced a piece of paper. "I-I wrote a letter... for you, Suzuki-kun."
The chapter ended with Suzuki-kun caught in the middle, unsure how to navigate the complex web of relationships and confessions that seemed to follow him everywhere.
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. Suzuki-kun's eyes widened
As she scurried away, Shiori-chan noticed the paper in Suzuki-kun's hand. "Ooh, what's that?" she asked, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
Suzuki-kun's expression remained neutral, but his mind was racing. Nakahara-san? He didn't recall anyone by that name.
"Suzuki-kun, good morning!"
His eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for someone. Not just anyone, but the one person who had been on his mind lately - Shiori-chan. She was his self-proclaimed "number one fan," and Suzuki-kun couldn't help but feel a thrill whenever she was around.
Nakahara-san's face fell, and she bowed hastily. "E-excuse me, I'll leave you two alone."
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. But it didn't feel like one
He looked up at Nakahara-san, who was watching him with hopeful eyes. "Nakahara-san, I... appreciate your feelings," he began.
Suzuki-kun raised an eyebrow as he took the paper. The handwriting was messy, but the words jumped out at him: