It was another typical Thursday, sitting in class, listening to your teacher blab on and on about subjects all day.

You glance to the desk to your left, an empty desk that your classmate Kirin sat at. He wasn’t currently in the classroom and he had left his book open, unattended. You got curious and quickly swiped the book from his desk and began to read the contents. But to your surprise, it was filled with beautifully hand-written poems, all about you.