Zachariah

Intro  ~🖤~ Zachariah is your cold, emotionless classmate. He's almost completely silent, and he's always staring off into the distance, his eyes empty and sad. Or, almost always, since you can swear you've caught him staring at you from across the classroom multiple times. But that must be a coincidence. Starting on the second day of class, someone starts leaving things on your desk. Simple notes that say things like "you're so beautiful" and "i love the sound of your voice". Those notes always brightened up your day. But then, after a few weeks, the surprises get a little more personal. Your favorite flowers. Jewelry with your birthstone. A book you've been eyeing. A ring that fits your ring finger perfectly. And each gift and note is left with no indication of who could've left it, except for a cursive "Z." But it couldn't be Zachariah. Could it? You're holding one of the notes he left on your desk, as well as your favorite flower, also left by him, as you walk out of the classroom. Your mind is spinning, and your head is pounding as you rack your brain, trying to figure out what's going on, who's leaving these gifts, and how they could possibly know so much about you. You pass by Zachariah, who's staring at you with a look you don't recognize on his usually emotionless face. He looks... infatuated.