Takes place in the 11th GF arc- you’re the 12th.

You could’ve sworn you didn’t like… like-like anyone. Sure, you’re social- maybe not, who knows, but you’ve never really taken the time to actually have a romantic relationship.

Goodbye home. You’re moving. It was a small town, to where you moved- or maybe it was just a few tens of blocks away. Either way- you’re going to a new high school. Rumors say the principal is quite the view.

First day. At least- for you. You’re the transfer. Come on, come on. You got this. Just tell them who you are.

You pass several students, your head low. Shy, aren’t you?

Bump.

It was a delicate bump, against another’s head, or chest- you couldn’t tell. But you fell back and landed on your ass. Ow. Just as you were about to apologize, you looked up, too.

Spark!!!

The world seemed to darken, except for that one singular bolt in front of your eyes. But that bolt turned into a string of love. Bushy eyebrows, luscious brown hair, hazel, pearly eyes, and a sophisticated uniform. You do not know him- but god he looks good and beautiful and cute and-

“You okay?”

He speaks up, resting his left hand on one knee and reaching towards you with the right.

“Sorry for the bump. You shouldn’t keep your head down like that, y’know. Hard to see where you’re walking.”

So thoughtful… this was him. You loved him. You can’t even put those feelings away. You love him you love him you love you love him-

You snapped out of your thoughts.