[Storyteller's POV]
Layland clicked his tongue bitterly as he found out Winerva was the person whose hand he was currently holding. 'No wonder this pink hair attracts my attention. It's someone I know,' he thought.
He was glad that he met someone he knew, however Winerva was the least person he expected himself to get along with. Due to his bad experience with the female delinquents in his school, he didn't like associating himself with "bad girls" like Winerva.
They had harassed him countless of times due to his girly appearance in the past, so receiving Winerva's look, he couldn't help recalling those unpleasant memories.
Winerva, however, was just astonished that someone as attractive as Layland existed, thus the look. She didn't have any intention to harass or do anything unsightly to him.
