(Pov Blitzo)

I loved everything about her, on the contrary I didn't, I was fascinated by everything about her.

I loved her dark style clothes, tight shirts from dark colors to black, like nightgowns and everything else. He was obsessed with her silver hair, always with something different, whether red, blue, purple or whatever he added at the time, it looked wonderful on her and made her shine like a model.

I couldn't look away from the way she strutted through the halls so confidently (or on a bad day, furiously) as if she owned the high school. From sarcastic comments to insults to yelling, from cold and casual to ridiculously extra, he was amazed and admired everything she did. But apart from these things, there was one thing that really made me weak in the knees.

Her eyes.

The ruby orbs contrasted with her angry personality and her pitch-black aura. They burned with fiery passion at all times, one icy look from those eyes could kill a man if he so desired. You wouldn't expect that light, pure color on a girl like her, but there it was. It's not that they didn't fit well. They were perfect for her. She is beautiful, just like the rest of the girl in question. It never occurred to me that she would ever see my enemy in that light. He wasn't sure what light she was. It wasn't a crush, of that he was sure. At least that's what I wanted to say, even if I wasn't 100% convinced.

I was contemplative in my locker, my thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of approaching boots. I turned to the side and, my eyes went slightly upward, coming face to face with those damn eyes.

"Oh, Loona!"

My exclamation was awkwardly strained and with a slight stutter, surprised by Loona's appearance, damn it, because it had to be her of all people. Usually she just rejected me, like 90% of the students. Unfortunately, talking to Loona willingly was a rare occurrence.

I desperately wished she would talk to me more often. She always complemented herself with stars and butterflies in my stomach and the most pleasant feeling in my chest that I couldn't describe if I wanted to... even when Loona hurled insults at me or made fun of me for the way I dressed or my bad jokes.

It's not that he was in love with her, not even a little bit.

A harsh exclamation of: "Hello? Blitz?!" as well as a hand waving exasperatedly before my face snapped me out of my trance.

"I'm sorry! Just, ah… tired today" – I laughed awkwardly changing my support foot every few seconds out of nerves. The beautiful ruby eyes in front of me turned white, while a sigh of despair could be heard leaving her lips.

"Yes Yes. "I don't give a shit"—Loona crossed her arms, one pale arm poking out to hold the Monster diary from her. "The textbook you borrowed? "I need it back," Loona huffed, adjusting her position to extend an expectant hand.

I hesitated for a few seconds, before realizing what she was asking me.

"Oh! Yes, Math, right?

Loona nodded, slow and sarcastic as if Blitz were a small child, prompting me to reach into my still-open locker and grab a large, bright pink textbook. There was a pause between the two, a frown on one and a cheerful smile on the other.

"Blitz! Why is it pink?" Loona pressed, biting the inside of her cheek accompanied by a small twitch in her eye as a sign of frustration.

"Because you painted one of my books black, so I thought I'd return the favor!" I smiled smugly and handed the book to my friend (At least, I was pretty sure I could classify Loona as my friend? ?)

"I despise you," Loona growled with a curl of her lip, before doing a 180 degree turn and stomping away, my bright pink handiwork a strange combination with her choice of almost entirely black clothing.

I just shrugged and smiled.