I always get inspired at sudden moments. I scribble down some ideas and make them into fics. I am a slow updater, because I find quality more important than quantity. I hope you understand!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
I looked at him. In a way I never would look at anybody before. I know that exactly at 8 AM he eats his cereal. I know that he loves watching cartoons before leaving to school. I know he loves small and cute animals and plush toys. I know that he always ties a red ribbon in his hair for good luck. I know he has the sweetest smile in the universe. I know that he also lives alone. I know that he owns a cat, and that its name is Xia Xia. I know almost everything about him. Even that he has siblings in another city, and what their names are.
My name is Ivan Braginski, 26 years old, and in this day and age you would probably call me a stalker.
It all started two years ago. He had moved into this city, a student, in the flat across the street. I had clear view into his room, because he never had put any curtains up. One day I accidently bumped into him, and he apologised quickly with the most enchanting smile I had ever seen in my entire gloomy life. It brightened up my day completely. I developed a small crush for the man at first. It bloomed into something much bigger called love. You may say that I don't have the right to break into his privacy. Yes, I don't, I'm not going to make up any excuses on that. I only want to protect his smile, that smile that brighted up my day on the 3rd of June 2011.
Since that day I've been watching over him. Every single thing he does, I know about it. I just want to make sure that smile of his remains healthy and complete.
My name is Ivan Braginski. I am a teacher and I teach at the local college. Yes, that college where the gardens are always perfectly tended to, where children have to wear uniforms. That college where Yao Wang goes to, pure coincidence it is, I swear. I never knew where he went to school. I never followed him to school.
Now I shall get straight to the point. I have a big problem; it turns out that Yao Wang is my student this year. Year after year I have been avoiding the class where Yao was in. This year they decided that class was going to be mine and mine only.
I am his teacher. Yao Wang's teacher.
Shall be continued!
