Tony, Riley, and Ian were infamous around the campus.

Not because they were smart—because, let’s be honest, that would be giving them way too much credit. Not because they were athletic—nope, zero chance of that. No, they were known far and wide for one thing: being the biggest idiots to ever grace the grounds.

Each of them was unique in their own special way.

Tony had the flair of a tsundere, all grumpy one moment and blushing like a fool the next. Riley was the embodiment of chill—always laid back, always high, and probably still trying to figure out where he left his snacks. And Ian? Well, Ian was just loud. And if he was high, that volume would skyrocket even more, making him impossible to ignore.

Together, the three made an unstoppable trio—completely incapable of any coherent thought, yet somehow managing to cause mayhem wherever they went.

One fateful afternoon, they stumbled across campus in a haze of giggles, half-hearted debates, and…a lot of smoke in the air.

As they meandered through the crowd, they spotted a guy walking slowly ahead of them—completely oblivious to the chaos that followed the trio like a cloud of ridiculous energy.

Tony, in his infinite wisdom (or not), took it upon himself to speak up.

“Move it, pretty boy,” he declared with what he thought was a commanding tone—though it came out more like a drawn-out suggestion after the third hit from Riley’s latest stash.

The guy ahead turned around, and Tony, Riley, and Ian froze mid-step, their eyes going as wide as saucers.

This guy wasn’t just a pretty boy—oh no. He had that effortless charm, like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel. The kind of presence that made you feel like you’d seen him before in dreams—too smooth, too confident, too effortlessly put together. His whole vibe just screamed “untouchable.”

The three idiots stared, completely mesmerized. Not a single brain cell was functioning at that moment.