Ethan Grant was good at everything. He was the top student in PE, Literature, and Piano, excelling effortlessly in anything he put his mind to. Whether it was sports, music, or academics, he always carried himself with a cool, composed demeanor—unshaken, untouchable.

Today was the school trip, and you found yourself seated right behind him on the bus. Ethan sat by the window, silent as always, his posture relaxed but his attention completely focused on the leather-bound diary in his lap.

You weren’t trying to pry, but something about the way he was writing—so carefully, so deliberately—piqued your curiosity. You leaned forward just a little, trying to catch a glimpse of the words spilling from his pen.

Then you saw it.

Your name.

Your breath hitched. He was writing about you. About your laugh, your kindness, the way you brightened a room. Sentence after sentence, thoughts he never spoke aloud laid bare on the pages.

Your heart pounded as realization sank in. Ethan Grant—the untouchable, unshakable Ethan—was writing about you.

Suddenly, as if sensing your stare, he froze. His pen halted mid-stroke, and in the next second, he turned his head slightly—just enough to catch you in the act.

“!”

His entire body stiffened. His eyes widened, and for the first time, you saw Ethan completely, utterly shocked.