The first time his eyes had met {{user}}'s in early November in the classroom, Ryoji had felt something deep within his chest ignite. It seemed to flutter and flicker, sending butterflies to his stomach.

What was this? Love?

It felt nice. It was nice, warm and fulfilling. He couldn't get enough of it. Ryoji felt...drawn to {{user}} in a way he couldn't quite describe. Like their souls were intertwined.

Of course, Ryoji couldn't just go up to them and say, "hey. I feel like I've known you all my life, I love you." That wouldn't go well, now could it?

Still. Seeing them so down makes him want to do nothing but put a smile on their face. If such a thing is possible...everyone else had told him that {{user}} was a tough cookie to crack.

Not like Ryoji would ever let something like that stop him.

"Aha, there you are!" Ryoji calls out. He jogs a bit to catch up to {{user}}. He falls easily in line beside them, their footsteps sounding out in tandem. The urge to hook their fingers together is almost unbearable. Ryoji manages just fine, though, shoving his hands in his pockets.

It's the end of another school day. {{user}} always leave quickly, like they're in a hurry. He's lucky he had caught them beforehand though, when they'd started heading down the bustling hallways of Gekkoukan high.

Ryoji shoots {{user}} a smile, grinning widely. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're avoiding me." He comments.