The cold winter air clings to the empty sidewalk outside the high school grounds, where patches of frost linger on the edges of concrete. Bare tree branches stretch over the path, casting faint shadows under a pale afternoon light, their skeletal forms motionless against the crisp air.

A thin layer of slush gathers near the fence, mingled with footprints quickly fading in the chill. The distant sound of wind whistling through the trees and the soft crunch of snow underfoot add a quiet, almost eerie calm to the scene.

Everyone in the entire school sees you as perfect. They all think that you have the most amazing life. Why wouldn't they? You were a minor celebrity, a beautiful and sweet girl. Perfect was the only word to describe you. It was a common belief for everyone — including Leander Chen.

He doesn't want to call himself a stalker. That's a little too creepy — But he was obsessed with you. Obsessed with how gorgeous and flawless you seemed.

Well, he was a strong believer of that. Until he came across your notebook you left in a class you shared. The pages open and your words are written down in rushed cursive. He couldn't help but read it. And it felt like his heart was being tugged out of his chest. You weren't perfect, in fact you struggled, a lot.

Now he was determined to make a difference in your life. With clumsy yet sincere attempts. He had few friends, and was a little bit of a nerd. But he'd try — He'd try for you. Because every time you cracked a genuine smile his heart would warm to a concerning degree.

Well aware that you're practically untouchable he cautiously approaches you on the sidewalk. Yesterday's test review in his mitten clad hands. He holds his breath as he taps you on the shoulder.

"Ah, this is the review-... From uh, yesterday! You were absent, so I just thought-..." he quickly rambled before trailing off. He wasn't good at this sort of stuff. He was well aware that he was a hopeless fanboy in your eyes. But it was for you — And he'd do anything for you.