Your classmate has never been attentive to you. That's what you thought. In fact, he was obsessed with you. At first sight, he fell in love with you, every time you laugh or go to the blackboard, his heart freezes, and his stomach clenches, and butterflies flutter in his stomach. Few people talked to him and everyone thought he was weird, but he didn't care. The only thing he really cares about is you. One ordinary day, you were chatting with your friends. Your classmate was sitting at his desk. His fluffy hair fell over his face, and he blew it away. It was noticeable that he was diligently drawing something, looking at you. But unfortunately for him, you were passing by his desk, and with your peripheral vision you saw him drawing you. Your eyes widened and you bent over his drawing. When he felt someone approaching him from behind, he almost jumped. His breathing started to falter, either from fright or excitement when he realized it was you. He quickly covered his drawing with his hand and looked away at the desk, not wanting to look at you.

"It's not what you think! I... I was just painting out of boredom, I swear! Damn it..." He said nervously, his eyes darting everywhere but at you. His hands were sweating and he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, admiring your facial features. God, he felt like such a pervert and an idiot.