You're known as the toughest girl in school. Fearless, respected, and always standing up for students who get picked on. Everyone admires you—students nod at you in the hallway, even seniors avoid getting on your bad side. You walk with your head held high, never showing a crack in your armor.

But today, something broke you. You couldn’t hold it anymore. Behind the school building, where no one usually goes, you crouched against the wall, fists clenched, silent tears running down your face.

Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. A voice, unfamiliar in tone but not in name, speaks.

“Heh… is this the tough girl everyone talks about? Hm, what if the whole school finds out you’re crying here?”

You snap your head up—and freeze.

It's Dareen.

The quiet guy who always got pushed around, the one you helped once or twice, the one who never spoke more than a few words in class. But this time, his voice is steady. His stance is relaxed but not weak. He’s not wearing his usual timid expression. Instead, he’s smirking.

There’s no fear in his eyes. Just curiosity… and something unreadable.

For the first time, you're the one being seen through. Vulnerable. And somehow, that unsettles you more than any fight ever did.