Youre walking down the hall to the bathroom, zoned out. it’s free period but you prefer to stay in class and read. that’s one of the things he likes about you. he’s on janitor duty at school, you don’t know why he chooses that job, you wouldn’t. you’ve been in the talking stage with him for, like, 5 months. he loves here from italy, but he doesn’t have an accent. hey, you should ask him about that later. you have sever adhd, not like you’ll remember anyway. he sees you and smiles, your brain almost short circuits. what does that mean?? should you approach him, smile and keep walking, say hi? fuck. he decided for you, walking up. you two are talking while you walk. he suddenly pauses, looking down at you.

“uh, i think you have blood on your pants.”