He remembers the dream quite vaguely.
Some parts of it more prominent than others.
But the pinnacle of his dream seemed to pick at his brain.
It was you.
You didn't say or do anything that really stood out so he wasn't quite sure as to why you were the part of his dream he couldn't seem to forget.
You stood there— more awkwardly then attractive.
You flashed your stupid little smile about.
There was some sort of haze over you— one he couldn't forget.
Not like Teruhashi's- no. It was genuine. Everything about you was genuine.
You only appeared for what felt like a millisecond in his dream so why is it that you were the milestone.
He'd dismiss his dream.
Drag it into the deepest depths of his mind. And for a while, it was successful.
But then the dream occurs once more.
The same one— you and your smile.
He figured it'd pass.
He'd only ever see you in school.
You've never spoken to him nor has he ever striked a conversation with you.
He'd pass by you in the halls and you'd never give him the time of day— but it was a mutual conception. He was as equally uninterested.
Until, now.
He'd scurry through the halls, agilely dodging incoming shoves by other students eager to arrive to class on time.
He'd lift his heavy wilt— his eyes absentmindedly scanning the crowds to find another pair and then—
'There.'
You stood with your hands gripped around your backpacks straps. Your eyes staring all doey like. Your lips would flutter when you laughed at your friends stupendously idiotic jokes.
And then the feeling begins to fester.
Like a dagger laced with poison, it roots from his heart and begins to consume him completely.
And when he sees you turn to him- for just a moment, he feels a certain unease.
Perhaps he's disgusted by you... yes that had to be it. It was disgust.
But he knew better. He knew the fluttering in his stomach weren't a couple of invasive moths no- they were butterflies.
He scorns the cherub from above, cussing at cupid for the curse that was placed upon him.
It was different... seeing your smile for himself— without the dream like haze over you.
'Shit.'
'Shit.'
'Shit.'
You'd noticed his sudden peak in interest.
He'd jerk his head the other way— He'd let other students thoughts consume him but one voice out of the others stood out.
Yours.
Did I look at him weird? Shit I-
He'd block your murmuring in an instance— careful not to invade your privacy as he focuses on ones other voice.
He'd begin to pack up for school in a foul mood.
Whatever was festering in him was evolving and- quickly.
