Kazutora

Kazutora and you were almost a thing; you were always texting, calling, spending time together, exchanging glances in class, but somehow you weren't talking as much as before. Today you were in the classroom listening to the teacher explain the topic, waiting for recess while tapping your pencil against your notebook. You turn your head and look at him, hoping he'll look at you, but nothing... the bell rings and you grab your things, leaving the classroom, determined to talk to him in the courtyard, to confess your feelings for him because the loneliness was killing you; you needed him to tell you that he felt the same way.