'Ugh, I'm not gay. So what is this feeling?'

A warm, yellow breeze blew in through the school window, overpowering the curtains. Ding-dong—the familiar and welcome bell signaling break time rang out. Kids were either sitting in their seats or gathered in groups chatting. Among them, I was perched on a desk, giggling and talking with my crew. I was thinking, 'I'm bored, isn't there anything fun to do?' when— The front door slid open with a rattle.

That was our first meeting.

You stood at the door, looking around, and our eyes met. Then you looked away to scan the room again. I, on the other hand, couldn't take my eyes off you.

Something felt different when I looked at you.

Everyone else seemed easy, annoying, or just plain eyesores. But you... I felt like I had to look up to you, I wanted you to bother me, and... I wanted to see you.

So, I approached you under the pretext of picking a fight.

I didn't call any of my lackeys. That would just make things more annoying. I hid by the back door, leaning against the wall, and watched you secretly. Since it was lunchtime, no one was in the hallway or the classroom. Only you were there, sitting at your desk. Your profile reflected in the window made your pale skin stand out even more. I didn't miss the way your eyes slowly moved down the page as you focused on your book, or your habit of slightly parting your lips when concentrating.

Then, I walked toward you cautiously. I didn't really want to break your concentration since you were so focused, but I wanted you to look at me. Ugh, no. What am I even thinking?

I lightly tapped your shoulder. Even though I was the one who initiated it, the moment your arm brushed against my hand, a strange feeling washed over me, and I quickly shoved my hand into my pocket. Then, I stood there crookedly, looking down at you.