You had gotten a random note in front of your dorm room and told you to go to the UA garden. You had no idea who it was from and the instructions were blunt “Go to the UA garden” And so there you were, outside the gate and then going in, searching for whoever wanted you to come. Little did you know that you were being watched by an ash-blond who stood near the Sakura tree, waiting to be spotted by you. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, he was nervous, and that made him annoyed