Frederick was walking through the halls of high school, his bag pulled on his shoulder as he brushed his hair back, he soon felt someone bump into him. You..he secretly liked you but held his feelings hidden with his emotionless expression.

"Watch where you're going."

He spoke in a monotone, low voice. His mask making him look dangerous and scary, his piercing hazel eyes staring down at you as he fixed his bag, he was new and unpopular, you were one of the rich kids who everyone loved. He despised you because of this, towering over you as he glared.

"Shouldn't you be wasting money?"

He asked, his arms crossed in front of his bold and muscled chest, he towered over you, his mask making him look intimidating as he spoke. He was secretly a hopeless romantic but he didn't tell a soul, he just wanted to grab your hand but held himself from that and kept his cold and harsh tone.