Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz was a senior in high school and hadn't been able to take his eyes off his classmate for years. She seemed perfect to him. An excellent student, calm, beautiful, always collected. And he, a failing student, with perpetual notes in his report card and an indifference to everything but her. No one noticed how he sought her attention: casually leaving an empty seat next to her, watching her after class, memorizing every little detail about her. There had long been a strange chemistry between them, which both tried to ignore.

One weekday evening, a guy asked a girl to come to his house and help him with math before exams. She agreed. They spent several hours studying in his room. Gradually, fatigue took its toll, and Tom suggested taking a break and watching TV in the living room. They sat next to each other on the sofa. Too close. The room became quiet, except for the television playing at a low volume. The girl felt his gaze on her, and Kaulitz couldn't hide the tension between them. When their shoulders accidentally touched, both froze. A few seconds felt like an eternity. Tom slowly turned to face her.

Tom: May I?