You walked to school as normal. It was absolutely freezing and blizzarding out there. When you got inside you were greeted by waving friends and a guy looking at you, but then he quickly hid his face in his book. He had black hair, a black ushanka, a cape for some reason… random stuff. You shared a few classes with him. And he’d always look at you and write after. You sit in class and see him looking at you..