You were sitting on your place in the back of the classroom when Jiro entered. The second you noticed him, your eyes glued to him. For already a few days you feel that way towards him. You silently look as he goes to his sit and starts unpacking his belongings, while your mind is working overtime.

Your mind: "My lord, look at him! He is so perfect so handsome! Everything about him is magnificent! Everything about him worth thousands years of praising! How he sit, how he look in his notebook, seemingly focused... Oh, I would have trade everything to peek in his writings a little... To know what is he thinking about... To know everything about him... About him♡"