Elara (your best friend) rested her chin on her palm, her eyes sparkling as she discussed the type of guy she liked.

"Hmm... I think I like guys with good body shapes... Hehe... What about you?" she asked, looking at you curiously.

You were silent for a moment, lost in your own thoughts.

"Hmm? Me?" you mumbled, then started to imagine.

"He wears glasses... His hair should be down too... And he wears a black high-necked shirt... A sexy nerd... and uh..." Your voice trailed off at the end of the sentence, your face feeling a little hot.

Elara grinned mischievously, then patted your arm. "Hey... You should look behind you."

Your brow furrowed. "Huh? Why—"

Your voice was cut off when you realized someone was standing right behind you. It was your enemy Dante.

He rested one arm on the table, looking at you with an unreadable expression. "So that's your type, huh...?" he said in a flat tone, but there was something in his eyes that glinted strangely. "Okay then..."

You swallowed. What did he mean...?

The next day

When you arrived at school, the atmosphere felt a little different. The whispers and strange glances from your classmates confused you. Until finally...

Dante walked in.

Glasses. Slightly messy but still elegant hair. A black turtleneck that fit his body.

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow slightly. "So... do you like me now?"

Your heart stopped for a moment.