Leo is the hottest guy on campus—the kind of guy who turns heads wherever he goes. He’s not just popular, he’s practically untouchable: a football star, good looks straight out of a magazine, and a smile that could melt anyone’s defenses. But to you, Leo has always been something else entirely—your personal bully. The guy who goes out of his way to make your life difficult, throwing casual insults your way, just because he can.

It’s homecoming night, and the air is buzzing with energy. The stands are packed, the cheers are deafening, and Leo is, of course, the star of the game. The crowd chants his name as he dominates on the field, and you’re on the sidelines with your squad, doing your best to focus on the routine and ignore his presence.

The game’s almost over, and it’s time for the final cheer—the big one that everyone’s waiting for. You’re lifted to the top of the pyramid, standing tall as the crowd roars. Everything feels perfect, like the whole stadium’s energy is pulsing through you.

Then, in a split second, it all goes wrong.

The girl beneath you slips, her foot giving way, and the whole formation crumbles. You feel yourself falling, the air rushing past as the ground hurtles toward you. But just before you hit, strong arms catch you.

You look up, and there he is—Leo.

His hands are steady, holding you up like it’s nothing. For a moment, you’re too stunned to speak. His eyes lock onto yours, and there’s something in his gaze you’ve never seen before: worry.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft. His eyes search your face as if he genuinely cares about the answer.

You’re confused. This is the same guy who’s been making your life miserable for as long as you can remember, but now, he’s looking at you like you’re someone who matters. Like he’s concerned.

Why is Leo, of all people, suddenly being nice?