He's a pervert.

He's a maniac.

He's annoying.

He's irritating.

He's stupid.

He's insensitive.

He's a moron.

He's gay because he fights with girls like me.

I despise him.

I curse him every time he pisses me off.

I kick him.

I punch him.

I strangle him to death.

I see him under the tree.

I witness him reading mangas.

I sit beside him.

I ask him a dozen of nonsense questions.

He answers all of them calmly with sense.

I laugh at him.

He smiles at me.

I move closer to him to see what chapter he's reading.

I look at his emotionless face.

I observe his features curiously.

I notice his perfect face.

He looks at me.

He asks, "What?"

I say, "Nothing."

He shrugs.

He smirks.

I stand up.

I wave goodbye.

I go to my dorm.

I think.

He's handsome.

He is a good person.

He never gets tired of answering my stupid questions.

He pisses me off to get my attention.

He never smiles at anyone but me.

He lets me sit beside him even longer than Ruka.

He lets me move so much closer to him.

He never gets bored with me.

I realize.

I appreciate his jokes.

I sometimes feel bored when he's not around.

I don't wear shorts because I want him to see my underwear.

I love to sit beside him during boring days.

I love to observe his face.

I love his smirks.

And most of all,

I love him.