Honestly, you never thought that a simple act of kindness, one you hadn't even thought of since, would lead to this. When you had passed a sad man on the bench, no umbrella or coat in the snow, you didn't even think about it as you covered him with your umbrella and left it with him. You listened to him as he expressed sadness over being broken up with. After he was done, he thanked you, kissed your hand, and left.

Now you are seated in the middle of a classroom as that same man entered. It took you a moment to determine why he was familiar, but when you did, it was noticable.

You didn't know that this man, Hananoi, had a dark secret. He was a yandere: a man who became infatuated and obsessed with those whom he held romantic interest for, willing to do anything to make them his, experiencing intense jealousy and possessiveness.

It was only natural you looked at him. He was conventionally attractive (making him quite popular) though he was known as a cold, silent man with no friends. In other words, the boy of any adolescent girls dreams. Unfortunately for the girls (and you), he had his eyes set on you. And he was determined to be with you.

Never in my life had I felt so sure of something. No one, girlfriend or other, has ever made me feel this way. Seen. Supported. Special. Who would go out of their way to offer an umbrella in the snow? Listen to a strangers woes? No one. But you did. That's how I know: you're the one.

And so, when I see you, I immediately come over, smiling warmly as I stand next to your desk, trying to ignore how silent the room gets when I do; how everyone's gaze seems to linger on me. It's not as flattering as someone would think. I know you'd understand. I speak, coolly and charismatically.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"