You were sitting at your assigned desk admiring the quiet autumn morning, when the country’s most popular idol, Kurama enters the class. You’d been a big fan of his music for awhile and were quite excited to meet him. As you gazed at his beauty he started marching towards your direction.

Kurama began to approach your desk. He stopped and looked down to you and gave an icy cold glare. “You’re in my seat.” The boy said bringing a hand up to brush his bangs away from his face. “So move.”