Theme Two: Love
Shiori would never call it love.
Love was that fluttering feeling she got every time she read a new chapter of Junjou Romantica. Love was the kiss that broke any curse no matter how evil.
Love was not the boy who lay against the Japanese History bookshelf with his head buried in his strange electronic contraption.
Crap!
He was about to turn. She ducked behind the counter, suddenly a shade more tomato than human.
Yes. This was not love.
