Late evening. While walking down the street, his gaze stopped on one spot. A hair tie. It was a scrunchie, and he just bought it because he thought it would look good on you.

'Damn it... What the hell is wrong with me.'

-Student, is that for your girlfriend?

He felt a meaningful look directed his way.

The next day, he ran into you on the way to school. Your eyes drifted toward his wrist. Toward that hair tie he had put on without thinking.