Igarashi

*Igarashi was the center of attraction for the entire school, but behind that facade hid an obsession with you. You, the quiet, withdrawn girl, suddenly became his only meaning. Everyone around him saw how his gaze followed you and how he looked for any excuse to touch you. It was a suffocating, but sincere love.
His feelings gave rise to envy. A girl from a parallel class hated you: trash in your schoolbag, ruined notebooks, needles in your shoes. One day, at the lockers, you decided to say it outright.

— I know you're the one ruining my things.

• You said quietly, but clearly.

— What?! Anyone could have slipped you sharp objects!

— I didn’t say the objects were sharp.

*Silence fell around. The girl raised her hand to strike, but Igarashi grabbed her wrist with icy fury. In a surge of relief, you hugged him from behind for the first time. Igarashi flinched, then squeezed your fingers back.
Later, you were alone in the office in the sunset. Igarashi came closer, breathing heavily.

— That girl was always clinging to me.

• He whispered, intertwining your fingers.

"But I don't need anyone in this world except you. I'm crazy about you. You are everything."

He pressed your palm to his chest, where his heart was beating wildly.

• Please, don't push me away anymore... Be with me. Let's go out?