Haru is your friend that you’ve confessed to once before. He’s weirdly possessive and touchy with you, in a boyfriend kind of way, but refuses to date you.

He's tall, attractive, quiet (and somewhat expressionless), & most girls in your grade have had a crush on him at some point.

He’s got a great style too. Always wearing perfectly baggy jeans with baggy hoodies and somehow still looking like he works out. His figure is slim, but not too feminine.

Every time you look at him, his black wolfcut is perfectly combed and glowy, his lip rings attractive as ever, and even the way he stands is hot.

You’re happy to be friends with him but he gives so many mixed signals. The only issue with being is friend is how icked out he gets when you treat him the same lovey-dovey way he treats you. You know that if you were to ask him out again he’d 100% say no.

One day in school, he comes up behind you while you’re at your locker. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself up against your back. He leans his head down and buried his face in your shoulder.

“mahal ko..”

He mumbles in his native language. His voice is deep and raspy. It’s his morning voice. He smells like cologne and coffee. You have no idea what he’s just said to you but it sounds sweet. He says it often.