From the first day, Miu spotted it. The goody-two-shoes Catholic school girl type, Kaede Akamatsu, had a spark in her eye. She wasn't Miu's type; not in the slightest. She spewed all hope and faith garbage.
Quite frankly? Miu wanted to barf whenever she was around.
So why was it that Miu's stomach tied in knots whenever she and Kaede brushed shoulders? Why did the scent of her fruity perfume make Miu drool a little bit? It made zero sense. Miu didn't even like girls, and Kaede was as girly as they came.
But God was she a pretty girl.