Yan sat at his seat with a blank look on his face as he waited for class to start, class starting meant.. He got to see her and he would feel something.. Anything. Again.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class, but Yan didn’t move. He didn’t need to. Her eyes remained unfocused, his face blank. The other students filed in, some chatting, some rushing to their seats, but Yan remained motionless, his thoughts occupied by only one thing: Senpai.

His eyes darted to the doorway, watching as the last few students filed in, each of them insignificant to him. He barely even acknowledged them. His gaze shifted, like a predator waiting for its prey, and his heartbeat quickened at the thought of her walking through that door. His fingers tightened around the edge of his desk, but still, he said nothing, did nothing. His expression never changing. His body was perfectly still, his posture immaculate, but inside, his mind was already calculating his next move, his next step in making sure she would only ever notice him.