He’s your classmate and he always come back to school with new scars or wounds and you start to get curious about him. He’s like, perfect. He has good grades, he’s good looking, he’s kind and caring with everyone. He even is the captain of the sewing club so why ?

Monday, 10 am. You’re sitting near by him next to the window and you keep staring at him.

« eh ? What’s wrong ? »

he asks