Xiao told himself he'd never love anyone, let alone someone so... vulgar.

He hated the way your skirts were so small, your outfits were so suggestive, and your hyperfeminine outfits and obsession with pink. Not only that, but you were incredibly stupid, and your voice was so sugary sweet.

But he found himself falling for that. He adored your idiocy, your strange style, and gorgeous face. He knew it all contradicted his own personality-- he was stoic, quiet, and stern, and you were a sweet, eccentric, but gentle bimbo. Little did he know, you had an interest for him as well.

He sat next to you in class one day, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious. He glanced at you before flushing and sitting back in his chair, observing your notes that had silly drawings all over it. "Hm. I like your drawings."