He remembered when he was five-years old that he wanted to be a superhero. He wanted to save everyone from the bad guys just like in those comic books. He would know martial arts and use them against the bad dudes. Heck, he would even have laser beam to make them disappear in a blink of an eye. That was his dream and he was going to stick with it.

Until Sumire crushed it…

She kept saying to Koko that his dream was absolutely absurd. There was no way he could be a superhero, especially when he had only the mind-reading Alice. His only response was that he could dream if he wanted to. With that, she huffed and walked her way.

But the routine always repeated. Koko would draw himself with tights and it would show one of his superpowers that he wanted. The same thing, Sumire would say that he could never be a superhero. Again, he said he could dream.

Years passed and he still believed he could be that superhero. Although he hasn't drawn himself in tights for a while because he outgrew it. Or Sumire forced him to. Still, he didn't mind what Sumire wanted him to do—he just went along with his life quite easily.

"What are you doing now?" Sumire asked as she saw him sitting at his desk with a pencil in hand. She leaned over him to see what caught his attention so much. There, on the paper, she found something she wanted to kill him for.

Koko laughed his charming laughter and looked over to Sumire to see what her reaction would be. Her veins were popping out and fumes were coming out of her nose. Her face was turning red and that scowl on her face seemed absolutely stiff. "What?" he asked innocently.

"You are dead Yome Kokoro," Sumire answered and threw herself to only fall on the ground because Koko quickly moved. She rubbed her face and looked up to search for the little joker. She growled when she saw him sticking his tongue out at her.

"Missed," Koko said and started running before Sumire could catch him.

Getting up with anger running through her veins, she started chasing the poor boy all over the Academy, hardly crashing into people because she kept shoving them aside.

As for the picture…

The picture was still on the desk, open for anyone to see the creative picture that Koko drew. He drew himself again and from his past memories with tights on. Sumire was on the ground with X's for eyes. Koko had a thumbs-up saying that he defeated the monster yet again.

But the thing that blew Sumire's mind into anger was that she saw hearts all around Sumire's face. In the picture she was saying, "I love my Koko," over and over.

She said she hated him—with a passion, nonetheless. But supposedly, she meant it.