Tsuki’s POV:

Gaara was basically the most antisocial person in the whole school. He was a head shorter than the rest of the boys. He has skin as pale as mine and this bright red hair in uneven spikes but somehow none of the other kids seemed to care. He also has these beautiful aquamarine eyes but the black outlines stick out too much. To be honest, he looks like a damn raccoon.

Today I finally summoned enough courage to ask him about his “love” sign on his forehead. I thought that it was a tattoo, but he told me that it was a scar inflicted on him. I didn’t have the guts to ask him more about his scar. I quietly turned and headed back to my desk. I heard his voice calling my name and I stop dead in my tracks. He beckons me to come back. I wanted to get as far away from him as possible for some reason. I tried to find an excuse to use but I have always been terrible at telling lies. Shit. Why can’t I come up with an excuse?! I turn my back and went for my desk and grabbed my stuff in a rush.

Gaara’s POV:

Tsuki was probably the youngest student in the class. For some reason she was the quietest student in the class, besides him, of course. Tsuki was a very petite girl with blue-green eyes and whenever she talked to others her face would always turn red because she was flustered. Whenever I talk to her I can barely get an answer, if I’m lucky. Tsuki’s hair color stood out because it was red-orange. I’m surprised that she even was able to ask me a question today. I guess that she got flustered again after she asked me about my scar. I called out her name while she was trying to leave and she halted. She stood stiff for a minute and went back to her desk and picked up her items.

“Hey!” I thought “Where is she going?! She’s leaving! That bitch!”