First DnD club meeting of the year. I was helping Wesoly, our DM, set up. There were a few people on their phones or chatting while we wait for 4:30, the official start time. Then he walked in. He had black hair with his bangs bleached white, neatly combed and pulled back. black long-sleeved collared shirt with a grey vest over it. Black jeans and white hightop converse. His eyes were a pale grey, his rimless glasses made them seem more intelligent. It was strange, seeing the hueless kid compared to the colorful world, yet mesmerizing. There was something about him that made me feel... something. 

Wesoly looked up at him. 

"Hello there."

"This is the DnD club, right?" the kid asked.

"Yeah. My name is Wesoly, the DM."

"I am Jask."

"Well, let me get you a character sheet," Wesoly searched in their bag for a few seconds, "God dangit. One sec, I have to print some." They then left the room.

Jask sat down next to me. I felt my heart race. I was confused. I first thought my heart was racing due to my anxiety, but this felt, different. I pulled out my phone and started texting my brother, IIssaacc.

sociopathicwilt: dude help.

vanadiumhamster: What is it?

sociopathicwilt: my heart is racing and i dont know why.

vanadiumhamster: Anxiety.

sociopathicwilt: no. it is different.

vanadiumhamster: Well, then I can't help.

I set down my phone. Fuck.