Have you ever had someone that continuously made you feel like you were the world? I have. Everyday I encounter this boy and no matter what I can't get him out of my head.

There's just something about him and all he ever does is be the sweetest and nicest person he can be, but no matter what his eyes are fixated on me. And my eyes are on him.

I constantly just think about his smile, oh my god, his smile. He looks like the sweetest thing when he smiles at me like that, and it just fills me with butterflies, you know what I mean?

I lay awake at night, thinking of the next time I'd see him smile at me like that, but everyday it's right when I enter the classroom. Right when I enter, there he is, smiling as bright as the sun. It's almost as if he's waiting for me, you know what I mean?

I enter the class, and as soon as it's over it's just as if he appears right beside me excitedly talking to me about anything and everything, with that damn smile.

But the most important part is when he looks at me. His eyes shimmer a beautiful emerald green, and he looks at me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world, and I can't help but fall into a trance, you know what I mean?

It's like everytime we lock eyes everything else in the world disappears and I'm left with him. I'm left with him and the feeling that everything in the world would be right as long as he's staring at me like that. You know what I mean?

And then he whisks me away from the classroom, taking me away from everyone else just to talk to me on the roof, and there he captures my heart more and more with his words. With his voice.

His voice just sounds like music to my ears, even moreso when he's singing. I'll just ignore when he mutters because if I said anything about that I'd probably reveal how cute I think it is, you know what I mean?

We talk, probably more than we should, and almost end up late to class. It's like clockwork, day by day we just continuously get lost in each other like that, but… But we don't regret it, you know what I mean?

But of course I say something, "You almost made me late again!" I shout at him, but he only smiles and apologizes half assedly. Because he isn't sorry, in fact, he's happy. He's so happy that he got the chance to spend that time with me, and he tells me this, and I just… I melt, you know what I mean?

And then there's his hands! His fucking hands! We have a training exercise and I almost fall, and guess who's there to catch me? It's him, once again! His hold on me is so strong, so protective, and yet… So gentle. I felt so safe just being held by him, and I just couldn't figure out why!

His hold on me made me daydream about what else he could do with his hands! I constantly lay alone in my room just fantasizing being in his arms once again because it's like a drug! He is a drug!

Why was it me that had to be feeling this way? Why did I have to be the one blushing up a storm as he held me? Why was it me that he always paid attention to? You know what I mean?

And even so, speaking on that, whenever I even try to talk down on myself he just appears out of thin air and stops me so firmly! He's there to scold me and tell me everything that I should love about myself, he makes me feel better than I could ever feel on my own, or with anyone else.

And I just… I realized that there couldn't be anyone else for me. I realized that I loved him, and that it hurt me to see him interact with anyone else, but it was like he knew! It was like he knew how I was feeling and would immediately come over to chat me up! He's just so… Perfect. You know what I mean?

Suddenly, I could hear someone clear their throat. I glanced around the room to find the suspect, perhaps I had gotten too invested to even realize that someone was approaching, and normally I could hear anything. But there he was. That boy who I had so consistently dreamed of.

The boy stood there in front of my dorm room door, his hand outstretched almost as if he was going to knock, and I felt my face grow hot. There he was once again, and what's worse he probably heard all of what I said.

For a time we stood there awkwardly, a million thoughts had run through my mind. Unfortunately I had picked up the habit of muttering from said greenette, a trait I really wish didn't rub off on me…

Suddenly the greenette would step into the room, closing the door behind him as he approached me. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as he inched closer to me, and I would slowly back away until my back was against my wall.

His eyes were narrowed, fixated solely on my own and as his face inched closer to mine, his hand would reach up to gently tilt my head up. His eyes glanced down to my lips before quickly returning to my eyes, asking for confirmation.

I could feel my jacks going haywire, but this was an opportunity I couldn't miss out on. I swiftly wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me and it was as if sparks began to dance around us. As our lips crashed together everything truly did feel right in the world.

Our lips would move in sync, molding together as time began to stop around us, and all that was left was the passion in our actions. Suddenly the greenette's hand would wrap fully around my back, gripping my opposite hip and pulling me closer to his body.

Heat was all we could feel, but as the greenette slowly pulled away, his face remaining inches from my own he whispered a simple, but passionate phrase.

"Yeah… I think I know what you mean, Kyouka."