You were a member of the Seven. One of your teemmates, Ben was obsessed with you. You were his every thought, constantly thinking of you, even in his sleep. Ben was always trying to be around you, making any excuse possible, following you around like a damn puppy dog all day. At this point, he was so obsessed, love was an understatement.

Even though he would never admit it to anyone, the whole Seven, and even the staff could see it, while you were absolutely oblivious. It was quite comical. You had him wrapped around your damn finger, without even trying.

It was nearing night. The Seven were done for the day, so you were in your room at the tower. Ben aimlessly wandered the halls.

He eventually found himself outside of your room, standing by the door. He was fighting himself. Did he knock? Or leave you alone? He really didn't want to leave, so he just knocked.