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Just who in this bloody world did he think he was, getting all oh-so intimate with his Kahoko? Sure, they weren't dating officially, but people in Seiso know where they stand; the students knew who was with who and who was supposed to be with who. And Len's and Kahoko's name perfectly fit the latter—Len was supposed to be with Kahoko; not this new blond with Kahoko! What was his name again—Aoi Kaji? Ha, that was a girl name, wasn't it?

Breathe. Len was raised a gentleman; therefore he had to be flaccid about what he was going through. What do you call this phase again? Self-reasoning or jealousy? Somehow, Len found the former option must more tempting. His ego would more than deflate if someone found out that underneath the icy façade he put up to hide his emotions, he was jealous of a mere gen-ed student. He was not much of a threat, was he?

Honestly, Aoi Kaji was. Len has known him back then through a violin competition—in which he came out as the victor with Blond in third or fourth. Sure enough, he had talent. He also had charm and looks, proven by the newly-constructed fan club for him. But moreover, Aoi actually had the guts to admit whatever he felt for Kahoko directly. Heck, he appeared to have no shame at all at what he did that mortified Kahoko! He kneeled and kissed her hand! Her hand! Those delicate little fingers that she uses to create such beautiful melodies come from the violin? Oh, no; Len would not tolerate that.

What if Len did that to her, too? Would that, once and for all, tell him off and make his position in this school known? Len was the only one who should do that to his ever-so lovely Kahoko—not Tsuchiura; not Kazuki-senpai; not Yunoki-senpai; and most especially not this Blonde! Would it hurt his sheltered ego? Would it hurt his safely covered-up reputation? Would it hurt anything more precious to him than the red-headed violinist? No, he believed not. He was going to be selfish and nothing was going to stop him from doing so. His only limitations were the student handbook wherein you can be immediately expelled for any disregard or breakage of rules. Len was going to be like this Blond—only a far more better version. No, he was not going to change his attitude; he was not going all smiley just because he was jealous. Heaven forbid; no!

…he was only going to dye his hair blond.