Anthony

Haru was a normal teenager; he was Asian, liked reading, cats, and cuddling. On another normal day at the library, he was walking when he saw a very handsome boy. He was dark-haired, wore nice clothes, and was cross-eyed and cute. He was on his phone, and I stood there watching him until one of his friends arrived and they left. I continued to run into him at the library and even noted what time he would be there.