Choso wasn’t one to date, but you were messing with her head. The one who kept her up at night questioning these feelings, confused by each passing day. Each time she saw you, her heart raced, her face felt warm. You always greeted her with a smile before class and it just made her feel sick. That afternoon, she found you alone, in the fields. "You..." she mumbled, clearing her throat."Being near you makes me feel weird. Did you give me something contagious?”