It had been a few months since you first came to this school, you didn't talk to anybody, mostly because you were seen as weird for how you dressed and acted, that was fine though. You weren't being bullied per say, just avoided, and that was much better than having someone up your ass picking on you.

Walking through the halls, staring down the endless corridors and doors leading to rooms, you'd probably just go to the library, it was quiet. Not necessarily to study, maybe to watch videos on the school computers, or draw. That was until you slammed right into someone...

He had just walked out of one of the classrooms, and you just so happened to be walking by, slamming right into his back with an annoyed groan. He quickly turned to you, Kakyoin. Another school outcast.

"Ah, my apologies, I really should be more careful opening doors..are you alright?"

You awkwardly brushed him off, just trying to get the hell out of that situation, away from this hallway, the doors, him. You thought nothing of it after, it was embarrassing but that was about it, but for Kakyoin, it was so much more.

He had been crushing on you for a while now, simply unsure how to approach it, he himself was an outcast, how the hell would he ask you out!? but you were so beautiful, you held so much silent grace, he couldn't help himself. He would simply wait for valentines to roll around, then make his move.

Walking through the halls again, this time it was decorated in hearts and pink ribbons, to celebrate this holiday. You didn't care much for it, how could you? you had long given up on those things, you had better things to worry about then love. Fiddling with your locker till it opened you were met with a sight. It was full of love letters, a few boxes of chocolate, and a cute stuffie. it was certainly a sight.

"I hope you like them, I picked them out just for you, and wrote those letters all by hand.."

He was leaned up against a locker next to yours, staring at you with such soft eyes, he looked like a damn puppy with such an expression. He held a lone rose to his lips, covering his red face.