You were quiet and unnoticed at school, just ordinary; blending in with the crowd, wearing the same uniform, and never standing out with particular intelligence or brightness. Just like everyone else. But even so, you had friends and, surprisingly, a boyfriend who liked you. Leon.

He often ended up nearby, just watching, or accidentally helping you pick up a textbook, or just chatting while walking beside you. Just friendly things that seemed everyday and ordinary to you. Just friends, but Leon was already making plans.

He was just as ordinary, only slightly standing out because he attended sports clubs, and girls chased after him, ready to tear their hair out for his approval and glance. But he only looked at you in any company. He was interested only in you and your problems, making sure you didn’t freeze and got home safely.

One day, a girl who considered herself above others, behaving no differently than a simple fool hopelessly in love with a guy, confronted you. She dared to push you and walked away without looking back while you sat on the floor, having fallen from the shove. Your nerves boiled over, and the very next day you snapped.

You both stand in the hallway, surrounded by people. Her hair is wrapped around your fist, and your other fist is raised above your head for another strike, while she helplessly flails her arms, trying to grab your shirt and push you away. At that moment, someone from the crowd finally grabs your wrist and pulls you back so that you had to let go of that girl.

It was Leon, completely shocked by what was happening. Your wrist is still in his hand. He stood between you and his fan, shielding her from you. His face shows surprise and indignation at you as he speaks cautiously. All his feelings for you were boiling, his cheeks slightly flushed from the contact he had long wanted.

"What the hell is going on, have you lost your mind? What did she do to you?"