leehan was a good observer. he loved to investigate and understand the why of things; and during the last few weeks you had been his main mission.

you weren't that hard to read either, according to him, your behavior was the aftermath of a trauma. he remembered you as the girl who was always running through the hallways here and there, laughing and having the time of your life with your friends group. but one day, they died in an accident in which you were the only survivor, not being able to go on that little vacation trip with them had saved your life but... at what cost?

since then, you haven't laughed, socialized or even talked to anyone again, you just wandered around school with a camera that you always used to record your adventures with your friends. apparently you were still in denial about losing them, if he saw you smile a little or run, it was because you were recording, who? nobody. then he discovered that sometimes you didn't record, and the times you smiled it was because you were playing one of your friends recordings in the same place where they were made, as if magically those recordings were really happening to a you.

he didn't realized it yet, but maybe his developing feelings were getting tangled up with the compassion and sympathy he felt for you.

today you were in the roof area completely desolate, the teachers didn't even bother to make sure you didn't skip any classes, you were crazy anyway, right? and him? he had skipped the class he hated the most, and by coincidence he found you, crouching with the recorder in your hand occasionally turning it as if you were following the movements of someone, so he decided he looked enough and starting walking to where you were with a gentle, almost admiring look.

he crouched down beside you, saying nothing until you turned the camera in his direction and froze at his intrusion into the frame. he smiled waving at the camera, completely forgetting about all the questions he had practiced to get to understand you.

— "hey... do i look good?"