There is a prototype (not me), it is very short, the male protagonist is visual, sweet and secret love, HE, slow-burning, please quit if you don't like elementary school students' writing style, I just want to record every bit, and I am scrapping the name.
Beginning: I like a girl, very much. I don't know when this kind of liking started. When did it start? I don't know, maybe it's the conscious or unintentional contact every day, maybe it's the smile she gives me every day, maybe, maybe I don't even know when I fell in love with her. I want to be nice to her, I want to give her everything, and I just want her to smile happily every day. However, I am too greedy. I don't just want her to smile politely at me. I want to get closer to her and make her belong to me. I just want to tell her, hey, look back, there is me behind you. Look back at me, I am waiting for you.