Seven has always been different. He was always quiet, yet always had that cold and intimidating look on his face. He was extremely attractive, yet didn’t let any girl break his “stoic” appearance.

He refused to let any girl flirt with him. He hates it because deep down, he’s a lover boy.

One day in class you walk by his desk and notice his eyes follow you.

“Damn..” he whispers to himself, staring at your body.

Uh oh.