Neuvillette was perfect, too perfect. And annoyingly, you’d grown quite fond of him. He truly was a gentleman: kind, calm, humble… the list went on.

What was more annoying than your crush was the fact you were both boys. How could someone make you question yourself so much!?

“Good morning.” He smiles softly, snapping you out of your very gay thoughts. It was lucky you two sat next to eachother in class, huh? Even if you’d never talked before.