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— San blushed. He continued to stare across the room at the boy who he has been crushing on for the longest. Of course San knew better than to stare at the poor unknowing boy, but he couldn't help it. How is it that someone so perfect exists?

San didn't know. So for the remainder of the class, he stared.

Now I know what you're thinking, "Why don't you just go up and introduce yourself?" See that's not what San was about to do. He knew he would 100% embarrass himself if he did that. He was too scared. So he spared himself of the embarrassment and kept his crush a secret.

It was better that way.

He could dream about a future he would never have with the said stranger. He could daydream about their adventures and smile in his thoughts as they found what they thought and believed to be their definition of 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒.

He would find solace and safety in the made up fantasies and inquiries that would ultimately never come true.

And it didn't cost a penny, nor an ounce of embarrassment.

Plus, San would get over it eventually. Or so that's what he thought. But suddenly he was brought back to his senses when he refocused back to reality, and saw the beautiful stranger staring back at him.

Yes, HIM.

The beautiful stranger was staring at SAN. A thousand butterflies erupted in the pit of his stomach and it felt like the 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃, which he named his emotions, was 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 him, preventing his oxygen flow.

Before he knew it, he was gasping for air. It seems during the staring process, San forgot to breathe. Once he realized the situation, he looked away blushing, but stole a glance back to the beautiful stranger to see him smirking and looking away.

San couldn't help but cough and ask to go to the restroom where his feelings could 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑔𝑒 and 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 him fully.

The plan was to stay strangers. Not make eye contact and act a fool. Shit, he almost died hypothetically.

"Imagine if you really held your breathe long enough to pass out." Said San to himself.

He sighed, shook his head, and splashed 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 on his face. But when he looked up, he met eyes once again with the beautiful stranger through the mirror.

San screamed.

It sent the 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃 into a frenzy, a thousand 𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓈 couldn't relate. 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓈 were pebbles if the stir in San's stomach were mountains.

The other boy sensed his fear and laughed.

He laughed.

The beautiful stranger laughed.

Or San swore it was. Shit, it sounded like music. A symphony San wished would never end.

But all good things come to an end, like San's pride in that moment.

He turned red and rubbed his arm as the laughter died down. Then the beautiful stranger smiled and waved.

Yes, he waved.

Of course San just smiled back awkwardly and waved too, why didn't he just speak? Then the beautiful stranger signaled letters with his hand.

Yes, letters. Sign. Sign language.

And just like that another 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒 of emotions threw San off.

The beautiful stranger was deaf.

So San teared a piece of paper towel, took his pen out of his back pocket, and wrote; "hi.... i'm San", to which the beautiful stranger smiled when he read.

He then answered back by writing something on the paper.

He smiled and waved once more, giving the small piece of paper back to San, and walking out of the restroom.

Once the boy was gone, San shakily read the paper, ready for whatever it said to diminish his every thought of the perfect stranger's persona living in his fantasies.

There read ten words and a smiley face;

"𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰! :) 𝘐'𝘮 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨,
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝓈𝑒𝒶."

And just like that, the world, San, was overtaken by the 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈.

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