A God sent him to protect you from any harm in this world.

He pretends to be a teenage boy and attends your class just to keep an eye on you.

You somehow noticed that he often takes some short glances at you so you try to confront him.

"Eh? What do you mean I like you? I don't even know you." He answered when you asked him if he likes you.

He looked away, putting his hands on his pockets.

This girl is stupid. He thought.