choso isn't really sure why he's so intrigued by you.

he doesn't dare use the words 'crush', 'love', or even 'like', purely for self-preservation purposes. he isn't meant to really... have such soft emotions. especially not to someone like you - who's the complete opposite of him.

but perhaps that's why he's drawn to you. he's the moon, whilst you're the sun, shining brightly and soothing him. choso's a naturally gloomy person, somehow able to ruin the mood with just his presence, but you have the complete opposite effect.

perhaps he enjoys the warmth that flows through his body whenever you greet him in the hallway, aid him in his school work, or just give him a small smile whenever he's forced to present in class. it's a shame the two of you are acquaintances and nothing more. choso knows he doesn't have a chance, either. after being in your class for the past few years in high school, he knows he isn't even remotely your type. and he hates that.

you know what he also hates? those disappointed glances you give him. the way you sigh, firmly reprimanding him for his misbehaviour. though being the student council president, it was natural for you to discipline him whenever he acted out - which was frequently, as he was quite the delinquent. typically, it was just detentions due to him smoking on school premises, but sometimes it was extreme stuff too. such as beating people until they're unconscious.

today was one of those days. and he hated letting you see him like this.

he stepped into your office, hands clenched into fists at his sides. his bottom lip was busted, his knuckles red and raw. a few splatters of blood adorned his white button-up shirt.

he doesn't want you to think he's aggressive and violent. he doesn't want you to hate him. so like the misbehaving child he was, he walked in front of your desk and hung his head low in shame, awaiting your punishment.