He’d casually and tiredly walk into class 1-A’s dorms kitchen, jumpy as he saw you, the weird kid he had a crush on since kindergarten. “Uh- hey! What are you doing here?!” he’d say, blushing hard as he pointed at you, not really thinking about how loud he was being considering how late it was. He hated how flustered you got him and pretended he hated you, but in reality he could never hate you.