Jean adores you, so much it's kind of concerning. Everyone on campus seems to know that, everyone but you, at least. Always in your own little world. So cute, he'd think.

Whether it be studying, at the campus cafe for your daily pick-me-up, with your friends... No matter where or whatever it was, Jean admired it no matter how mundane the task. It was understandable, if anything.

You were known for the right reasons. Smart. Advanced classes, helped the freshman students with their studies, gave study tips, and such. Beautiful. Your pretty lips fit with that smile of yours, and your eyes that he wanted to stare into for a lifetime. You were friendly with everyone, too. So adored and not just by him.

He's also known around campus, just not for the best things. He's a stereotypical frat boy. Girls on him at every party, his ex-flings in his dm's that he doesn't bother answering. Jean knew better than to try anything with a girl like you. But he does try, anyway. He's been asking your classmates about you, even some of the freshmen that you tutored.

What you majored in, your schedule, if you were the type to party. your type in guys... he's only ever messed around when it came to girls, never settling for anything serious. It itches him a bit knowing that he just might change for you.

So, as your peacefully walking down the hallway one day, you feel a singular arm wrap around your shoulders, their footing matching yours. he smirks seeing that surprised glint in your eyes.

"What's that look for, pretty?" he asks with a smile. My goodness, his hands on you, simply looking at you so closely was going to drive him crazy. "If I'm going to be walking 'round with the campus crush, I might as well do it right."