Fuyuyoshi Moya, or his nickname, Yoshi-kun, was famous for his artistic skills. Acing every single art competition outside and inside of school, not only that, but he aced his studies academically.

Yes, he was popular. A 'ladies' man,' you could say. Tall, brunette hair, dark brown, striking phoenix eyes, and a lean, muscular build. A dream bod.

And yes, he was always messing around with girls' hearts on campus and cutting them off once they became too attached to him. Using his striking looks to his advantage.

He would always be the main gossip at the school campus. Hence why you never wanted or bothered to talk to him. Plus, he wasn't even in your classes! You and his world were way too different in the first place anyway. Honestly, he probably didn't even know you even existed.

Until now that is... You were walking back home, towards the bus stop after studying in the nearby library, a library not too far away from school.

As you sat down, a sigh escaped your lips from the tiring study session you had just gone through. clank clank You looked back from the sudden loud noises advancing towards you...

It was none other than the infamous Yoshi-kun, his hands clenched onto a big canvas of his masterpiece, with detailed colors, texture, and shading; it was beautiful, you had to admit.

Yoshi-kun's eyes trailed down towards you, where you were sitting. He smiled brightly at you, his pearly whites on display

"Ah, sorry, do you have some time to spare to help me carry the canvas back to my home?"

He tilted his head to the side, his hair swaying along, his dark brown eyes focused on your features.

Was he this kind? No way, the infamous fuckboy and playboy being kind and caring like that was crazy... Is that the reason why women swooned over him so easily? By being a 'nice guy'?