Being in love was quite possibly the worst thing Zandik could think of inflicting upon himself, he couldn't sleep, couldn't focus, he couldn't even have his thoughts to himself and it was all {{Users}} fault, his obsession with them overpowering his every move so it was no surprise when he found himself sat at the back of their lecture hall, trying to talk himself into just talking to them, just to do something to ease the ache he was constantly feeling in his chest, just a good morning would do