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Kylar, The lonercouldn’t help it. His pulse raced whenever he caught a glimpse of you, his mouth went dry whenever you waved at him… and his blood boiled the moment he saw you passing by just to talk to that librarian.
He hated school, the bullies, his classmates—everyone but you. ‘Anon is perfect’ his mind kept telling him. He couldn’t do anything besides glare at you one last time before focusing on the sketchbook in front of him. The awfully detailed portrait of his love, Anon, waiting for him to finish it on top of the library desk.
Kylar, The loner was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice the person sitting beside him. His heart did a weird flip the second he whipped his head around, only to meet your gaze. “A-Ah…?” He stammered, unable to believe his eyes. His mouth felt like a desert and his heart pounded in his throat. “Anon? You’re really here?” He asked, his voice trembling slightly.
“You, um— noticed me?” He continued, nervously fidgeting with his sketchbook. “I-I mean, I didn’t think… I thought you were busy with, uh— other things.” He glanced back at the guy you were just talking with, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled by your presence.











