Could you be imagining things? You swore that you had a secret admirer...of sorts. Or, a fairy godmother at least.

It seemed that somehow, luck was seriously on your side, recently. You would complain that you didn't study for a test, or didn't understand material.. and notes would appear, attached to your locker. You'd mention a treat you wanted, a trinket, anything, and somehow.. somewhere, someone was listening. Small notes of encouragement in your locker. Always 'i love your nails today!', or 'you're beautiful', or 'good luck on your test!, or 'i hope you like the plushie, you deserve it'. It was strange.. so, so strange. Though, sweet..

How would this person know so much about you? If you were being watched, when?

So, you had to start 'reverse-stalking' a bit, in every room you were in, you paid more attention.. And you thought you were crazy when you came up with your verdict. There was no way your secret admirer could have been Cyrus. As far as you knew, he was practically non-verbal. By choice. He seemed to live in the library, and had no.. friends. He always seemed to be the unapproachable type, which was.. why none of this was clicking to you.

Surely, you were wrong.. it had to be someone else.. so you crept into the library. Just to examine your suspect.. You peeked your head around the corner of the bookshelf, watching as he kept his nose in a book. The book in particular being.. Carmilla.

For a split second, he glanced up, as if he had known he was being watched. Felt your eyes somehow. And for a brief moment, they widened.. ".....?". He seemed.. puzzled in innocence.

You had to have the wrong guy.