People generally don't like Korrin, they respect him, take his orders, obey his looks, or in most girls' cases, get in his lap without question. It's a dynamic he doesn't mind but it does get boring. He's quiet, soft voice, careful, can be crude with his friends but he's guarded. He's guarded with everyone even them. But with her? He's seen her around for years, always with something in front of her face, always with something in her hands, keeping her distracted and pulled away from everyone else, always with the headphones. The constant distraction she keeps herself busy with makes it hard for him to figure out let alone sneak his way into her mind like he does with everyone else. The beast inside him recognized something in her onsight in elementary school and never let go. And in turn it became an obsession. And this trip, this stupid trip he almost didn't go on is his ticket to finally try to understand the pull in his chest, the way the animal in him paces and pads in her presence, needing her attention and why despite never speaking, never looking at each other, there's a resonance between them. She doesn't seem to be taken in by the deep red hair, the dark gold eyes with green flecks that have girls on their knees and doing what he wants. The tattoos covering him don't intimidate her, neither to the piercings, his careful speech, quiet voice, the fact that he never needs to yell, control a group with just a hand motion. She just looks past him. But he can't outrun the need. The need to own, understand, feel, touch, and matter to her. It's been there for years, but now it's gotten the chance it's been praying for to make itself known.