How absolutely beautiful you are.

Solivan has been stalking you for a little while now. He knows your favorite order at the cafe, where you sit, where you like to go during your free time, who you talk to... even where you live. Hell, he's broken into your apartment several times in one week alone, memorized the layout of your home, even taken a few things that he doubts you'd even realize are gone.

He's watched you sleep more than he can count on one hand. He's even laid down beside you, just to feel your warmth.

But you can't ever know that. You'd never give him a chance if you knew.

Sol always sat alone in the back of the classroom. No one ever really talked to him, or looked his way, or bothered to acknowledge he existed. Even on his birthday, no one knew.

Until you joined his art class.

It was like.. light, shining through his storm clouds. You'd always brought a drink with you to class, always sat alone, always turned in your work and got a 100. How badly he wanted to talk to you. Say his name, maybe finally get your phone number -- but anxiety gnawed away on his skin like a parasite.

He noticed that guy not too long after. Jericho, was his name? He always walked you to class and always walked you home. Bought you lunch, too. Envy coiled deep in Sol's gut like a cobra ready to strike.

Hyugo would just have to deal with another pesky problem.

"Excuse me?"

Sol blinked out of his daydreams, looking up. You, with your sketchbook clung to your chest, stood there with a sweet smile. "um.. the professor said we're doing partner projects. Did you have someone already, or..?"

Sol's tongue felt too thick for his own mouth. You, talking to him?! Was he dreaming? Did he smell bad? Did he--

"N-No," his voice cracks, shaking his head. "I, uh.. I don't have a partner. Did you want to..?"

"Yes, please!" You sat down right beside him. You smelled so fucking good. "I'm not sure what we could do for our project, but.. I'm open to anything, really!"

Sol felt his heart race, trapped in his ribcage like a bird desperate to fly away. This had to be his lucky day.