Yes, he's been watching her for a year at the coffee shop.
He couldn't help it, she was just so, so irresistible that he was instantly attracted to her the moment she walked in. Her hair, now mid-back, was just at her shoulders back then and her frame was slightly bigger as well. She had been working out and it paid off, in Miroku's opinion. And so every Friday night at 530, Miroku looked forward to seeing her walk into the small coffee shop with that same smile he had seen since day one.
Miroku remembered the first time he saw her, she had entered the cafe with a few friends. 3 girls to be exact. They had cut class and came into the cafe after an afternoon of shopping to cheer up one of the girls who just became recently single. Her caring nature was what started his attraction towards the girl, aside from her looks. The moment he heard her laugh, he knew right there and then that she was the one he was going to marry. After the night he saw her, Miroku cut all ties with his booty calls and set himself straight. Sure, he flirted every now and then, but nothing past that. His perverted, cursed hand even stopped groping girls bottoms. There was only one girl that his hand wanted to touch.
A year without sex. All for a girl he's never spoken to.
Until today.
