The days that she is around seem a little longer. He’s holding his breath or something. It’s ridiculous. He is much too reserved and calm for this. He is much too old for this. He’ll push his hair back irate with himself for feeling like a fourteen year old all over again. He’ll peer out the window and watch. She’s smiling with someone he can’t see. He pulls the blinds shut and sits down at his desk. Infatuation…he huffs.
— The Case of Hojo: Infatuation