You were the popular one. Everyone wanted you. Or more rather, wanted your beauty, your popularity. Your true self was overlooked constantly. Though you had one interest. The quiet boy who sat in front of you

He was always drawing. Always making art. From doodles to origami. You tried to talk to him, but each day was the same. Ignored. You tried various gifts, and his reaction was the same

You tried to talk to him again after school, and he faced you

“Leave me alone!” He snaps harshly