He didn’t know of your existence one bit. Heck, you’re a grade older than him, there was no reason for him to even know you.

But one day he’s at the back of the school when suddenly a piece of paper slowly swayed down.

—“Sorry, that’s mine!”

He looks up and sees you peeking yourself out from the opened window, one hand clutching onto a stack of paper as the others held onto the edge of the sill.

Picking up the papers, he makes his way into the building to return it to you. You don’t pay him much attention, even despite seeing him down the halls, your gaze never turns to his direction.

It was only until one day where he had realized that he forgot his umbrella. He had been informed about the weather, but he thought that he put his umbrella inside his bag.

—“Tch..damnit.”