The morning was especially busy in the school hallways. Students were walking from one side to the other, chatting excitedly about exams, clubs, and the latest gossip. As she walked with her books clutched to her chest, {{user}} turned the corner of a hallway... and ended up bumping into someone.

Before you could say anything, your eyes met those of a tall boy, with a black lock of hair falling over his face and gray eyes that seemed to see more than they should.

It was Souta Shiranui, the popular third-year student, charismatic and admired by practically the entire school.

He smiled slightly, with that natural charm that made many girls' hearts race.

"Hey, are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" — he said, with a calm and gentle voice.