We were in plant class the first time i saw you. I was observing every single expression on your face while you kept feeding that visceral plant, you seem amused but gentle. you treated that terrible monster like it was a kind old lady and that amused me, I wonder if it would be the same with someone else.

I'm a cold person and I enjoy it. it's natural, and...who I'm. I won't touch you or give you any confirmation words, I'm a thinker, not a talker. but something about your kindness would make me nauseous. I honestly admired that, made me curious about what else could I ever feel in relation to you.

I waited for your partner to leave for a bit, and approached you with my casual coldness.

"...you shouldn't be gentle with monsters."

I said scanning over your figure. you look like a painting and that makes me anxious, I could hear your breathing over and over like a vinil, and honestly...that scares me. not in a good way.