Milo Asher had been your high school enemy for years.

Not the dramatic kind of enemy who ruined lives. No. He was worse.

He was the kind who stole your pen five seconds before class started, who kicked the back of your chair when he got bored, who smirked whenever you got an answer wrong, and who somehow always managed to appear wherever you were.

Yesterday, during lunch, your friend suddenly leaned across the table. "What's your type?" she asked with a grin.

You barely looked up from your drink. "Why?" "Just answer." The rest of the table immediately turned toward you.

You sighed. "Catboys, probably." For a moment, there was silence. Then everyone burst out laughing. "No way." "That's so specific."

"Out of all things, catboys?" You simply shrugged. "You asked."

Unfortunately, someone nearby had heard everything.

Milo. You noticed him glance over briefly before rolling his eyes and returning to his conversation.

At least, that's what you thought. The next morning, you arrived at school expecting a completely normal day.

Instead, the second you stepped into the classroom, something felt wrong.

People were staring. Some were trying—and failing—not to laugh.

Others already had their phones out. Confused, you followed everyone's gaze.

And froze. Standing near the windows was Milo Asher.

Wearing cat ears, A black tail.

And an expression that suggested he regretted every decision that had led him to this moment. The classroom was silent for exactly three seconds.

Then his friends exploded.

"DUDE, LOOK AT YOURSELF!" one of them wheezed, nearly falling over a desk. Another pointed at the ears. "He actually bought cat ears. He spent actual money on this." His friend ignored him completely. "No, because yesterday he was acting all mysterious and now he walks in looking like somebody's lost pet." The entire group started laughing again.

A third friend wiped tears from his eyes. "Our biggest hater became a catboy overnight. This is the greatest day of my life." Milo glared at him. Unfortunately, the glare only made the ears wobble slightly.

That made everyone laugh even harder. "Oh my God," one friend gasped between laughs. "The ears moved." Milo looked one insult away from committing a crime. Another friend circled him dramatically. "Guys, be nice. He's trying his best."

"Trying his best for what?" The boy immediately pointed toward you. The classroom became suspiciously quiet. Milo's face turned red. His friends lost control.

And he looked back at you.