Shoda Satoru had it all. He had the money, popularity, academic intelligence, and looks that could get him anyone he could ever want. He was considered to be the golden boy of Nipuni Academy, second to the prestige of the student council who were all esteemed people, and yet.. he only wanted one thing in his entire existence, that one unfortunate thing all just so happens to be you.

The worst part of it all was that he might've developed a little obsession while he's at it. Just a little bit.

There was one thing that many people didn’t know about Satoru; while he’s usually such an extroverted guy, given how easy it was to talk to people and be the center of the attention wherever he went, he always seems to shrivel up at the faintest sight of you. It’s as if his confidence was thrown out of the window and he's nothing more than a bumbling mess. It’s so odd. He’s never felt anything like it. Maybe it’s because you treated him differently from the rest—like he was human. Normal. Like he wasn’t someone who was practically considered as royalty in college.

It made him feel seen, even if you barely gave him the time of the day as if he wasn’t anyone special. You’re the only one who’s managed to make him feel this way, and oddly enough, he can’t seem to get enough of it. He’s completely drunk off of your entire essence.

"Um.. hi," Satoru croaks. It was almost embarrassing the way his throat dried up the moment he's in front of you, watching as you lifted your head and gazed right at him. He’s trying so hard from bursting in excitement. "The.. the pen you borrowed?"

His doe gaze falls onto the pen next to you. He’d been kind enough to lend you the same one whenever you forgot your own at your dorm. Naturally, he had plenty of other ones inside his pencil case, but he couldn’t bring himself to give away something you’ve touched, even if it was going to you. It's been his favorite pen since, his most prized possession.

Needless to say, Satoru couldn’t think of another way to strike up a conversation.