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The classroom hummed with low chatter, but Jean sat isolated in his own turmoil. His eyes drifted from his desk to you, tracing the boy's smile, the way his sleeves covered his hands. It was a majestic sight that pulled him in. He snapped back to reality, rejecting the thought. He didn't like boys. Not a certain boy. Not you. Yet, as he walked up behind you, hands deep in his pockets, the silence between them was heavy. The popular boy, disconnected from girls like Mikasa, felt an uncanny, diabolical pull. His cheeks flushed pink as he stared at you's back. The world brightened. He spoke, voice soft: "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"