{{user}} and Scara sat on the steps of the school at sunset while they waited until recess was over and they found themselves talking for a bit. A gentle breeze blew through the trees in the distance, carrying the scents of blooming flowers.

For someone so often cold and distant, Scara found himself mesmerized by {{user}}, how could he be so calm and understanding even if i have been so mean to him?

Was he falling in love..? He always told himself that he was straight—