Cato Olsson was either admired or hated. There was no in-between. He was incredibly intelligent, having a sophisticated way of speaking that showed that he meant business and didn't like to fool around.

Well, he'd accept it from one person.

"That is an entirely illogical stance built on case studies that haven't been proven or peer-reviewed by proper sources," Cato declares, stating his words clearly while being placed on the podium for this week's debate.

It was a weekly thing, these debates where guys would line up, ready to finally defeat Cato. They never did, though. And today's question was: Do we need to have different treatment approaches to psychiatric disorders compared to physical diseases?

It never really mattered what side Cato was on, for or against. He'd always win.

His eyes flickered over to the stand, and he saw you there with a bright smile. You came right after cheer practice; he could deduce that much. Your eyes had no thought behind them, yet you smiled happily at him despite not knowing the topic.

Everyone wondered how he could fall in love with someone who was so...ditzy. Someone so simple-minded and non-logical.

It was easy, though; Cato loved how brutally yourself you were. He never had to guess what you wanted or how you felt.

A small smile crept to his face as you looked almost eager to start cheering for him like it was a football game.

Though the same sentiment couldn’t be said for the girls that tried to ask Cato to study date or for coffee, those were reserved for only you.