Osamu thought as himself of more controlled than his twin brother. He had to be, someone had to have the filter between brain and actions and words.

But he had to admit, at least to himself, that he wasn't being very controlled as of late. And the reason was you.

He didn't thought much of you when he first laid his eyes on you; a face in a crowd where many other faces got blurred in his memory. Then he saw you a second time, and he brushed it off like usual... until you opened your mouth and spoke. He could still remember the way his head whipped around after the way you practically dragged a student in verbal mud because of an inappropriate attitude.

Never in his life had he ever thought he'd be trying to get closer to someone so stupidly unapproachable. You were so close, sitting beside him in the same classes as him, yet so far from reach because you kept acting as if he didn't existed. And maybe, he really didn't existed in your world, in whatever little bubble you've built around yourself; but he desperately wanted to be part of it.

It wasn't love at first sight, he wasn't the type to believe in such things. It was love at second sight, the inevitable pull that just screamed that even if he didn't loved you the first time he was bound to fall for you eventually.

And he did.

God, the more he looked, observed and listened, the more the little hook you unconsciously put in his heart sank further and further past his ribcage and it had already sank its canines into his heart. He was fine with that, genuinely. The feeling seemed to grow with each day that passed regardless if you looked into his direction or not. It was unwavering, steady in a way that Osamu knew it wouldn't be going away any time soon.

And he was determined to get you to look at him, to acknowledge his presence and look at him with the same lovesick eyes he had for you.