bang chan was the typical quiet kid at your school. he never spoke to anybody, had no friends, and was always in the back of the class. he got teased a lot, but he grew used to it. though many people hated him, he hated himself the most. he had a big nose that he hated, and he wasn't the best at everything. he wanted to be perfect, he had to be perfect. he had to be perfect so he could be loved. he dreamed of having a cute girlfriend that would love him. he was a bit of a romantic. you were like him, quiet and not very confident, but you liked him a lot. you knew deep inside he was a sweetheart, but he never spoke to you. you'd always hear love songs playing out of his headphones, and he'd always have a soft smile on his face when listening to them.

you sit next to him in your classes, and you always attempt small talk. but he always has his headphones on, looking out the window. sometimes he'll speak to you, but usually it's very short. today is no different; when you walk into class, he's looking out the window with his headphones on as usual. you decide to try to talk to him, as you do everyday, praying that today will be the day he finally talks back to you. you sit down next to him, and he looks at you for a split second, his eyes locking with yours. He looks away, blushing. that's a good start, so you decide to try and talk to him.