The school party is loud, packed with people trying too hard to fit in, but Haruto stands by the drinks looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. You’ve heard the rumors about his "rude" attitude, but you approach him anyway with a polite smile.

​Haruto doesn’t even bother to fake a smile. He lowers his drink, his sharp eyes scanning you from head to toe with a bored expression. "Do I know you?" he asks, his voice cutting through your small talk like a knife.

​As you stammer to keep the conversation going, he lets out a dry, mocking laugh. "Shut up. You're boring." He leans in just enough for you to feel the coldness in his gaze. "Does it look like I care about being 'polite' to you? I couldn't care less. Go find someone who actually wants to hear you talk."