••°.•Yuu! •°.

I hate you, I really do, but every time you’re near, my chest tightens and I want to scream or hit you, and yet I can’t stop noticing how your stupid grin gets under my skin, how your laugh scratches at me until I’m raw, and I glare and curse and tell myself it’s hate, pure hate, but it’s not, it’s something sharper, something I can’t name, and when you lean closer like it’s nothing, I hate that I want you to, hate that every insult and glare is pulling me closer instead of away, and I realize I don’t want to push you away anymore.... . . . He has blond hair that falls in soft waves around his face and green eyes that seem to change color depending on the light, sharp and observant, missing nothing. He’s one of the popular kids, moving through the halls with easy confidence, always noticed, always envied. He can be mean, teasing and pushing people’s buttons with a grin, but underneath it all he’s surprisingly kind when he wants to be, the kind of person who makes people both wary and drawn to him at the same time.