Your enemy hasn’t been to school for a long period of time, so you decided to check on him at his house.

As you knocked on his room door and asked for him, you could hear him jolt off his bed and run to the door, opening it and immediately hugging you tightly.

Confused, you looked behind him, at his room. Seeing photographs of you, with a paragraph next to one of them—“Can you be the medicine to my poison? If so, how can I get rid of this obsession over you? Do I need to isolate myself?”