It wasn't her intention. Really, it wasn't. But when the extremely handsome foreign exchange student just happened to drop his sketchbook, was she supposed to pass it by? No, really, when thinking back on it, she began to panic, fearful of being caught. As the book sat on her desk in her room, far from where she had found it in her history classroom, she cowered, on the verge of tears. Was she going to be arrested for taking the male's personal item without his permission?

The (h/c) haired girl twisted her hair around her finger, on the verge of chewing her fingernails. She didn't want to go to jail! Fearful of her situation, she began to pace around her room, letting herself cry just a bit before swiftly composing herself. She took in a deep breath and shivered before exhaling for as long as she could. It was then that she decided that it was necessary to clear her fears. The answer was simple! She would return the sketchbook the next day, pretending as though he dropped it accidentally! Yes, that would work!

Finally relieved of her building tension, she sat back down at her desk. She then began to stare at the leather covering of the book, wondering what was within it that made her want to steal it so badly. A common pickpocket, it had made her. So, at the very least, she should be able to allow herself the simple pleasure of looking into its contents. Lifting the cover after unwinding the twine covering, she let the textured pages sift through her curious fingers delicately.

Her eyes shimmered as she noted the craftsmanship within the pages. The male wasn't just handsome, it seemed. He was more talented than she could have ever guessed. Perhaps he dreamed of becoming a famous painter. With the watercolors and different techniques used, the pages all blended together beautifully. She loved each depiction of flowers and butterflies, something the male seemed to cherish deeply. Was there an underlying reason for that appreciation of specifics? She so desperately wanted to know.

Then she discovered the neat writing involved in the journal. With small quotes or excerpts of obscure books, the girl wondered over his personal attachment to each individual choice. It appeared he used his sketchbook not only to create pieces of art and scenery but also to organize his thoughts. At the thought, the girl's eyes softened, her forming attachment to him only wanting to further into unknown territory. She wanted to know if he had another journal or perhaps a diary - if he even had such a thing - which handled his true thoughts, not just copied excerpts.

So she spent the rest of the night, attempting to piece together such quotes and art to formulate her own speculations on his true thoughts. And with each breakthrough she made in her attempts to decipher it, she became more and more enthralled with the thought of the male she had stolen from. She didn't even sleep, surprised at the sudden appearance of the sun in the sky when morning came about. Fearful of being late and missing her chance to see the male, she quickly readied herself, placing the sketchbook carefully in her bag to ensure no damage became of it.

On the bus, she held tightly onto her headphones, allowing the music to flood in her head to drown out the rest of her surroundings. Even within the school's perimeters, she let it block out everything else. It wasn't as though she had people waiting for her there, her attitude more so lonesome than that of a social butterfly. So, when forcibly placed in a sea of people she had little desire to interact with, music seemed the best option available to her. At least, it was until she saw him.

Her cheeks flared pink as he came into her line of sight. It absolutely wasn't fair! The male was so astoundingly attractive. With a completely different and exotic hair color than any of those around her. The purest blonde hair color she had ever seen combined with emerald-like eyes and a beauty mark placed just under his right eye, it was as though he was designed to make her stop and stare. However, at the thought that she could be caught staring at him in such a manner, she immediately flared red and turned away.

Yet she couldn't stop herself from peering at him with an unyielding stare around a corner. With such cover, she could pretend as though she was simply hanging around. It would be easy to play off her stalking as something else entirely. Still, with the breathtaking smile he gave and the way he would close his eyes and tilt his head with an angelic laugh, she wouldn't have minded getting caught for it. The way he would cover his mouth with his hand when he laughed or hold them behind his back when he became embarrassed; it was beautiful. He was beautiful!

Even during class, he remained as perfect as an angel descended from the heavens. She didn't care to pay attention to the lesson, didn't even care to write down a single word. Instead, she stared at him like her life depended on it, her cheeks flushed. Woefully unaware, she found her teacher intercepting her view of the male. She flinched, looking up fearfully, wondering if she had been caught, but the woman just handed her a card before moving away to the next desk, doing the same for them.

"The assignment will be due tomorrow. Just the short summary presented by your chosen feminist movement will be submitted. Your partner is the matching number on the card you were just given. Dismissed."

The bell rang loudly, the sound of students packing their belongings up the most prominent of sounds. That being said, in the (h/c) haired girl's mind, the only thing she could hear was the sound of fate. Desperately looking behind the blonde's back, she noted the five on his card, frantically searching around for anyone else with a matching number. Her regrettable seven did nothing for her, so with hopes high and nerves bundled up tightly, the girl searched around to find its match.

It took all of her strength to find the five she wanted more than life itself. She then had to beg as quietly as possible for it. It didn't help that it was a girl that had the card either. According to most, the male was the newly awarded "most attractive person" in the class, but that may have had something to do with his accent and exotic hair. Either way, she had to give up all of her weekly pay and the responsibility of creating her group's entire project. But she had it! The honest-to-goodness five of spades!

Giving her an excuse to catch up to the male after class, she approached him incredibly shyly. He looked back at her when hearing her footsteps before giving a smile to her. She held up the card as if to verify to him that she had the credibility to speak to him. However, either way, he beamed like a drop of sun, sending her to paradise. She was absolutely stunned by his presence, faltering to speak to him directly.

"I'm Blaze Alvaro," he grinned, extending his hand to her before shaking it gently, "and you're (Y/n), right? Sorry, I don't know your last name, but I - "

"Ah, it's no worry! I didn't even know you knew my - Well, actually, never mind...Sorry."

"Mm, well, did you want to work on the project today? The library's really nice. I've learned no one really goes there during lunch. So we should be good to go, right?"

"Y-Yeah, sure!"

The younger girl smiled before shyly biting down on the corner of her lips, her eyes darting down to the floor in bashfulness. Doing so caused her line of sight to be severely limited, allowing the male to gaze at her with greedy eyes. He smirked, blushing at the sight of her being overcome with emotion...because of him. The male quickly wiped the look off his face before her gaze returned to him. He shivered in pleasure. But he held it back; he had to. He so badly wanted it all to play off just the way he intended it.

"Perfect! Then let's go ahead and meet in the non-fiction section when lunch break starts. It'll be a piece of pie!"

"Pie?"

"That is the saying, no? No! Ah, sorry! It will be...smooth sailing?"

The blonde chuckled, holding his hands behind his back with a grin. As he left her view, she blushed, completely enamored with the predictable attitude of the male. Hearing the bell ring once more with great ferocity, the younger girl flinched and sprinted to her next class, clinging to the card in her hand with great adoration. It would be worth it! Just to get another glimpse of the blonde, it was completely worth it!

Even later on in the day, when the younger girl was standing nervously in the non-fiction section of the library, she couldn't wait to see his face. She murmured to herself, attempting to give herself whatever courage she could summon. It was less than she had wanted, far less, in fact, but she had to make do with such energy if she wanted to even attempt to look at the male she continuously gawked at.

As she had suspected, the male was far more than she could handle on what little self-esteem she had. He was radiant, speeding through the assignment as if it wasn't challenging. On the other hand, she was having a difficult time, trying to understand the differences between the two protests they were debating on doing. At one point, it almost seemed hopeless, but when he kindly supported her with his charming smile and a slight tilt of the head, it made it all better. If she was told he could bring someone back to life with a kiss on the forehead, she'd believe it. He was that angelic.

That being said, the younger girl didn't forget what she had done in order to secure her time alone with the male. Though hours passed, her mind still crept back to the sketchbook tucked away in her bag. She looked for the perfect moment to pass it off as though he had dropped it, always attentive to each opportunity. With each detail of information they sifted through in their research, her mind was still completely focused on her initial mission. It did not help that he made her want to run away in fear of his captivating charm. How she remained in one place was beyond her.

Soon her chance came, however, and when he turned around to pack his bag, she quickly dropped the sketchbook on the floor, attempting not to make too much of a deal of it. With minimal noise, it didn't seem out of place at all. In fact, as soon as she brought it to his attention, he gave an embarrassed blush before thanking her. He didn't even suspect she had stolen the book from him. So, with relief, she let out a breath she'd been holding for a little under a day at that point.

"I'll do the presentation tomorrow, so don't worry," the male grinned, "Thanks for helping out today!"

"Y-Yeah! I just...No, see you tomorrow. Or not...sorry! Have a good one!"

The male watched as the girl practically sprinted away. It was painfully obvious how attracted to him she was. He smirked. Well, he had put extra care into his appearance purely for her sake. The beauty mark - fake, the green eyes - fake, his blonde hair - fake, even his name - fake. He had to rearrange it all to escape...certain nuisances. However, it just so worked out that he could target the (h/c) haired girl with this new appearance. He chuckled. It was only a matter of time.

From that day on, the (h/c) haired girl continued to stalk the blonde. Though she knew it wasn't ethical or correct, she couldn't stop herself from it. Every day, she learned something else about him that blew her mind. Every action he took sent her into another layer of obsession, one she didn't even care to escape from any longer. From peeking at him in class to outside of it, even to stealing the smallest of objects from him.

She knew from the last time that stealing from him was only going to bring about constant anxiety and fear for her. Worries that she would be arrested for thievery, for stalking, for...whatever else it was she did. It wasn't helping that collecting such small items made her desire to take more drastic steps forward. And yet, she couldn't help but take pencils of his, erasers, even photographs when she could get away with it. The biggest thing she stole was his gym shirt. Even after an entire gym period, it still smelled like whatever incredible scent he wore.

When holding it tightly in her bed, snuggling it with the palest of cheeks, she found her thoughts traveling quickly. She wanted to have more than just his shirt, she wanted him. It wasn't like she knew as much about him as she wanted to though she discovered much through her stalking. That was precisely the reason she wanted the male over his possessions. To hold him in her arms or vice versa and simply snuggle into his warmth and scent would be bliss. She wanted it so badly!

Sitting up from her bed, she grabbed the shirt tightly before folding it, placing it down on the bed neatly. Without an indication of common sense, she prepared herself for the next day ahead of her. With not a school book nor notebook in her backpack - but cameras, snacks, and the male's journals, she was fully prepared to take the entire day out for her mission. After the bell had rung, signifying the end of school, she set off, immediately trailing behind the blonde with great interest.

He had no idea she was following him, but it wasn't surprising considering he had never noticed. As such, she was able to traverse the sidewalks without an issue, occasionally hiding herself behind a wall or bush to ensure she was never seen. The girl felt the thrill of stealing yet multiplied by roughly a hundred times. Her spine stood on end, shivering with joy and fear and adoration all the same. It was bliss, it was pleasure, it was...incredible!

The sun set before she knew it, her entire day spent watching the male go about his normal day-to-day activities. First, it had been his part-time job waiting at a small family-run cafe. Secondly, it had been him volunteering at the animal shelter. And finally, it was him returning to his house. It was nothing special, simply an abode he shared with his parental figures as most others enjoyed, or perhaps didn't enjoy. The male didn't mention his parents much, either in his art or his writing, even in his daily life. It made her curious.

Giving a whine, the younger girl picked herself up, attempting to climb a tree for the first time since she was ten years old. Though succeeding, she remained seated on the branch for quite some time, catching her breath. Afterward, however, she was soon able to catch a glimpse of the male entering his room. Fetching her camera, she snapped shot after shot of him, noting even the smallest of expressions he would make. He even held up a white bunny, nuzzling it with great love. In more than one way, the girl became overly jealous of the fuzzy rodent.

She watched him far past the sun setting or the moon rising, but even until the male lay in bed. Far from what she had expected, he went to bed at a more than reasonable time, far from being a night owl. As such, it allowed her to enter through his window. Obviously, it was a fool's plan. She knew she was even ascending to breaking and entering levels of criminal activity. If he were to wake up at that moment, she'd be going to jail without a second thought. Yet the thrill wouldn't let her stop such devious actions.

Staring down at his peaceful state of slumber, she gawked at him, taking note of the difference of moonlight on his skin. She then shook her head, focusing on the task at hand. It would be best to first sift through what she could find before taking the chance of stirring his sleep. Opening his desk drawers, her eyes glimmered at the countless other sketchbooks placed there. How incredible were the images he created. The sceneries were stunning, the portraits even more so...However, it occurred to her rather quickly that the portraits continued repeating through the pages. The same face kept popping up; hers.

At first, it was a coincidence, but the more she shifted through the sketchbooks, the more her face came up. Even the journals had mentions of her name though brief and undetailed. The younger girl wasn't so much bothered as she would have believed. In fact, she was flattered. The most attractive male she had ever seen was sketching her, appearing just a bit interested in her, if not more than it seemed at the surface level.

Scavenging further into the room, she stumbled upon more personal items in which she quickly grabbed at, stuffing them in her bag. Pleased with her findings, she then remembered the diary of which she desired greatly. She rummaged through the closet, drawers, the desk, everything, but it was only when she looked back at the blonde did she note what he held in his arms. As though it were a teddy bear, he hugged the diary close to his chest.

The girl's eyes widened in exhilaration. It was yet another high-stakes mission she wanted under her belt. Placing one knee on the bed, she carefully leaned over the male, holding onto the edge of the book. She then slowly, but surely, took it away from him, her breath rapid as though she were running from wolves. When it was finally in her grasp, she smiled as wide as she could, her heart beating as fast as possible. It was breathtaking, but with the diary captured, she turned to leave.

"Where are you planning on going, gorgeous?"

A hand suddenly grabbed at the girl's wrist, pulling her back down to the bed. The blonde's green eyes glowered down at her with piqued interest, the corner of his lip tugging upwards. He was very much pleased with her course of action. Predictable as always, she attempted to sneak into his home. Baiting her into it was so simple. All he had to do to grab her attention was drop a little throwaway sketchbook from years ago, and she was completely obsessed over him. How cute it all was.

He watched as the (h/c) haired girl panicked over him having woken up. Her thoughts were written all over her face, how she was terrified of the possibility of being reported to the police for breaking and entering. Even as he pinned her to the bed, she was only worried about the possibility of a criminal record. But why on earth would he have done something such as that? The only place she should have been imprisoned was with him.

"I'm s-so sorry! Pl-Please, I don't want t-to go to jail!" she cried, thick tears streaming down her cheeks, "I won't do it a-again!"

The male snickered. He had never seen her crying face. The only face she ever made when she was stalking him was one of pure, unadulterated joy. Smiles all day long and eyes shimmering with happiness, even when she was frowning, whenever she came across him, her spirits were lifted. So, for whatever reason, he found himself enjoying the sight before him. Maybe she would make even expressions for him. He quite liked that. He also quite liked the way her eyes darted open the moment she heard a click and felt a metallic substance cold on her wrist.

"There's nothing to worry about, gorgeous. It did slip my head - No, mind. Sorry, it slipped my mind but I really should have told you beforehand. I don't plan on letting you leave."

The younger girl widened her eyes before softening them slowly. She seemed to come to terms with the idea far quicker than the blonde was led to believe. In fact, her cheeks turned the color of a strawberry, her eyes darting down to the side of the bed. Upon seeing this, the male chuckled and began to caress her cheek. She didn't react much nor did she move away from him. Rather, she simply accepted it. Well, actually, she more than just accepted it.

"Ah, don't tell me," the male chuckled, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers, "Do you enjoy this?! How