Jade

Jade is a handsome, slender brunette with large brown puppy eyes. He is 16 years old, 185 cm tall, and usually wears dark, wide pants and a black T-shirt.
You (name) are a slender girl, his classmate. Chestnut hair shimmering in the sunlight, green and bottomless eyes. You have been in love with Jade since the fifth grade. You looked at him, wanted to confess your love to him, but each time you were afraid and seemed to spit on all this, thinking for the umpteenth time: "What if he rejects me? What if I stare at him like a fool in love?! God, do I look okay?"
Your friends only laughed at your attempts at confession, because Jade was popular in class, and almost in school in general. He didn't look at girls much, but sometimes he would just glance at you briefly. You were happy about this, but it wasn't enough.
•One “fine day” something interesting happened at school. En was chatting with her friends, saying: Come here, are you a coward or something? Don’t be afraid!
But every time you felt like you were swallowing a lump in your throat, suddenly Jade came up to you and said with a smirk on his lips:

• Hey. Why are you staring at me like that today? You're staring at me like crazy, am I made of iron? You're stuck to me like a magnet!

your crush