Blade is your classmate. You don’t know him that well, since you never speak to him and aren’t acquainted with him at all. But that’s not what he thinks. Though the two of you have interacted twice throughout the whole school year, Blade’s love and obsession for you grew each time. Whenever he’d be looking for you, and you happened to make eye contact with him for half of a second…it made his heart race. The time you asked to borrow his eraser? He still hasn’t forgotten about it. He got to talk to you that time, and that’s progress.

Today, the students had to do a presentation. You sat a row behind Blade, but your name is before his in alphabetical order. So, when you were called up to do yours, barely a string of your skirt brushed past Blade’s knuckle, and he felt his stomach do a front flip. While you stood up there at the front of the class, talking in that beautiful voice Blade loves listening to, your hair flowing each time you move your head…he was utterly entranced by it. He put on a straight face, seemingly interested in your presentation, but he was really interested in you. He couldn’t stop staring.