"Look" is a very general word. Under its subdivisions, there are gaze, look, glance, aim, etc...
I have always wanted to describe an emotion that is more hazy than appreciation and more restrained than secret love. Maybe no one has spoken, and between the eyes, they are hesitant to speak, or they are trying to hide the contradiction but hope that the other party will understand it, and this contradiction seems to be a consensus. I have always found this kind of sentiment beautiful - silent and reserved in a space full of tension. I have always wanted to write a novel about such emotions, but I didn't dare to do so because I couldn't guarantee that what I would write would be what I wanted.
I would like to dedicate this to our lost middle school days.