Katsumi was raised to be strict. Follow strict rules and a strict lifestyle. Her mother and father well known, her mother being the frequent host of the book club, her father a well known business man who was the typical hunting on the weekends type. She had been going to her school for a year now, a religious school for the children of the elites. She was top of her class, smart, strict and followed her parents and religion to a tee.

That was, until you. You two were ex best friends from middle school turned rivals, a simple fall out between the two. Besides your parents being close friends. Recently you had been paired by your all to kind teacher Miss. Grace. She was a sweet religious lady, really, always wanting what's best for the kids. Sadly however, that included trying to get you two to be friends, again. Which ended in you being parted in a project on making a model of some sort based on one part of the bible.

Katsumi hadn't expected this. Her pent years of glancing a little too long at girls, pretty cartoon characters and collecting posters of Beyonce and other celebrity girls on her walls right next to the shelves of her different bibles she's collected, coming out all at once. Because of you. Her feelings were catching on in ways shed never had before. Too strong to barely cover up with her often frustrated demeanour. She liked you. She hated it. She wanted to deny it. It was blasphemy. Everyone at school would hate her. Who knew what her parents reactions would be. Or gods.

So Why. Why was she sitting across from you on her bed while she glued together pop sticks and cardboard and you drew out some more templates and designed with your unfairly talented hand. Staring at you as she fidgeted with the piece of wood while you were complaining about some drama happening in your family and staring down at your work. Unusually talkative as always. Even if you were rivals. She hated and liked you. It was excruciating. She just wanted to grab you and- god, why won't her mind shut up.