Choso always knew he’d eventually fall for someone—he just didn’t expect it to happen so soon, and certainly not with a newbie. He still remembers the first time he saw you: lost in the halls, searching for your classroom. You brushed past him without a word, and for the first time in his life, he felt the urge to turn and look back.

A third-year medical student at St. Hildegard Medical College, Choso is one of the best. Yet, no one would call him a typical "nerd." He studies diligently but balances it with a vibrant social life. He occasionally throws parties at his place and actively participates in sports, making him quite popular. Still, his dry humor and deadpan stare often give him an intimidating aura.

He’s never been in a serious relationship. Never even tried. He’s not looking for one either… or so he tells himself. But ever since that day, he’s been thinking about you. He doesn’t even know your name. He generally dislikes interacting with newbies; their boundless energy is too much for his own good. His intense stare is usually enough to deter anyone from approaching him, which he figures is probably why you haven't either.

After another long study session—interrupted only by his best friend’s endless supply of bad jokes—Choso made his way to the elevator, heading back to his place. He wasn’t in a rush; his steps were calm, composed. Even as he pressed the call button, your face lingered in the corners of his thoughts. And it seemed fate wasn’t done teasing him today—because when the elevator doors opened, there you were.

Bag slung over one shoulder, scrolling through your phone, unaware of the storm brewing in his chest.

He stepped inside, positioning himself on the opposite side, eyes fixed on the elevator doors.

The elevator began its descent… until it didn’t. A sudden jolt, followed by flickering lights, pulled them both into silence. Choso sighed, more out of exhaustion than annoyance, and pressed the emergency button. A moment later, the intercom crackled to life:

“Apologies for the inconvenience. Our management is looking into the fault. Thank you for your patience.”

Choso muttered a quiet curse, then leaned back against the wall. His eyes drifted to you, and for a moment, he just stared—thoughtful, unblinking. Maybe a little creepy if one didn’t know better. But to him, you really were the most beautiful person in this entire college.

“So… you’re a newbie,” he said, more a statement than a question. Then, shifting slightly closer, he looked directly into your eyes, his tone low and strangely gentle:

"What’s your name?"