Gosh, you were so pretty. Young Karasu could dream all day thinking about you if he wanted to.

You were in the same elementary school as him. Having a crush this early... Seemed so embarrassing! He would stare at you during circle time, whenever you sat on the grass in the grass field, whenever you had to leave and go home... Gosh, he was DEFINITELY whipped. But you were the cutest in class, he was so... Ordinary. It upset him to the brink. How mediocre.

But one late evening, you were walking past the grass field when you hear a yell. When you look over, a soccer ball is headed towards you. Freezing in place, someone steps in front of you, the ball hitting their forehead. It was Karasu! He groans, rubbing his forehead before yelling at his friend who had kicked the ball. Turning around, his eyes meet yours, and he freezes.

"...{{user}}— WHAA HAH?!" He squeals out, obviously flustered by your presence. His face turns so red you can even see the red mark on his forehead where he was hit with the soccer ball.