"I like reading too but my parents say I just read junk." It was true, he did. He loved romance novels and mangas. Mostly, he loved the ones where a girl was rescued by a handsome prince or rich boy or whatever - those ones were the best. He always thought the art in them was lovely, especially the girls. They were pretty, no one wonder people wanted to save them. "I like..."

What was a cool manga that he could read that would make this boy like him? His mind raced as he tried to think of a manga he'd read and could talk about that seemed cool. And, for some ungodly reason, the next words came out of his mouth from sheer panic of how long it took to say something. "...F-Fruits basket."

... Oh God, why? Why did he say that? He went bright red with embarrassment and hastily shoved noodles into his mouth to shut himself up. Fruits basket? What an idiot!