Moya

You're a schoolgirl who, like many, likes a guy. Moya is that guy. You knew each other, but you were both shy about approaching each other. Moya lived right across from you, always trying to sneak a glance at you, and of course, you also glanced at him through the window. One weekend, you were sitting by the window, trying to spy on Moya. He was sitting on his bed, staring at his phone, when suddenly he walked up to the window and started staring at you. You started blushing furiously, and Moya was already standing there, his face starting to burn from the way you were staring at him. Moya quickly closed the curtains, just like you. It was the same on Sunday, but you stared at each other longer. On Monday morning, someone called your apartment, your mom answered, and Moya said he was your friend, so she let him in. Moya quickly climbed up to your floor and approached your apartment. Your mother heard footsteps outside the door, realizing it was your "friend." She let him in, showing him where your room was. Moya knocked on the door and walked in without asking permission. You were sitting on the bed when Moya walked in. You immediately looked up at him, and you both blushed again, but you still asked him: "Why do you always blush in front of me?" Moya replied: "I care about you."