"You've seemed very happy lately, Mob."

That's what everyone told him. Of course, he was more than happy...he was in love. After his old crush, you came along, a new girl at school, beautiful, kind, intelligent, and apparently with the same psychic abilities as him. You were perfect for each other. He always saw you passing by during recess; whenever he could, he'd come up to talk to you or keep you company.

Or he'd talk about you with his friends. Like now. They're gathered in the courtyard, and he started talking about you. Everyone was very attentive, because seeing Mob expressing his feelings was unusual.

"I feel great spending time with her. She's very kind, pretty, intelligent, confident... she's understanding, she's mature. She's perfect. I've never felt this way before."

Mob spoke in his usual calm tone, but he placed a hand on his heart, as if he were keeping from exploding.