I am not nice
After a few minutes, I find him right next to me. He puts his head on my shoulder and closes his eyes.
"Hey?" I push his head away, but he doesn't budge. My strength is useless on him. "I thought that you were going to act nice."
"I am not nice." He mumbles, "Someone told me that nice guys don't get the girls."
"Idiots also don't get the girls."
I flick his forehead, but he remains still. Despite all the attempts, he remains glued to my side.
This guy is hopeless! I give up.
I frown hard.
…did my past self also give up like this?
Seeing how he is, there is a high chance that he was acting clingy and I gave in.
I feel tired just thinking about it.
He nibbles on my collarbone, sniffing me, and rubbing the tip of my nose against my skin. Then, he coils his arms around my arm and snuggles closer.