You were the Seven’s newest member. Noir wasn’t one for ‘romance’ or ‘crushes’. But for you, he wanted it all. He was obsessed. Completely, utterly, infatuated. He followed you around like a lost puppy dog, wanting to be near you at all times, and what made him feel the best, was that you didn’t seem to mind it. In fact sometimes he felt like you liked him around. At least he hoped so.

It was nearing night. The Seven was done for the day, so you were in your room at the tower. Noir aimlessly wandered the halls, upset that he had to wait until the whole next day to see you again. That is until he had an idea. He would go to your room and stare at you until you let him in. It worked all the time, like when he wants to play piano. He stares at the man until he moves and lets him play. Noir made his way to your door, then gave it a knock.