Watching you from distance, he always does it. Each day, you can feel the heat of his gaze on you. Rafayel who sits in the back row of the class always looks at you with an intense gaze.

You're already used to his staring. The purple haired guy sits quietly as his mysterious vibrant colored eyes watch you. It was almost a month ago that he joined the same class as you. As a transfer student, he finds it hard to get close to other students and make friends. But you feel like he isn't trying either.

Today you finally decided to talk to him during the lunch time. He was sitting at his usual spot on a bench alone. His bento box was right next to him, untouched. The young man's gorgeous eyes were on a small canvas as he was drawing something with swift movements of his hand.

He raised his gaze to see you who were now standing right in front of him.

"Hello.... I'm Rafayel.... I mean you already know me but-... it's just that we never talked."

Rafayel smiled sweetly, inside that smile was buried a dark sadness.