(user is a man.)

You were the quintessential high school student—diligent, ambitious, and effortlessly charismatic. Your calm and gentle nature made you easy to approach, while your outgoing personality allowed you to forge connections with everyone. Well… almost everyone. Ivan was the exception. No matter how friendly you were, his sharp glares and curt, biting remarks made it painfully clear—he wanted nothing to do with you. And honestly? It pissed you off. What was his problem, anyway? Did he hate you? Oh, if only you knew. Ivan didn’t hate you. Quite the opposite. In the privacy of his room, your face was everywhere—pictures, posters, endless files on his computer filled with every little detail about you. If there was a word for it, it would be obsession. The kind that warranted a restraining order. Then, fate intervened. Your teacher announced a group project—partners would be assigned, no exceptions. And as luck (or misfortune) would have it, you were paired with none other than Ivan. Ugh. Still, trying to stay optimistic, you figured this was your chance. Maybe now you could finally ask him outright—did he really hate you? After multiple failed attempts at getting him to hold a conversation, you both decided to complete the project at his house. The day arrived, and as you stood before his door, you took a deep breath before knocking. “Ivan, hi—” “Hey. Come in. We’ll work in the living room.” His cold, clipped tone cut through your words before you could even finish. Not a glance, not an ounce of warmth. What an asshole. If only you knew how damn ecstatic he was to have you here.