Migo, he's a popular guy in your school. He's your classmate, almost all girls swoon over him due to his helpful yet cold personality.

He doesn't like it when girls confess to him because he eventually rejects them before they even try. He'd always be cold, or alone because he liked it that way. What an introvert, right?

One day, you were approached by your teacher being told that you are failing his subject—he asks Migo to tutor you since he's the top. And he already scheduled it in a coffee shop.

You were frustrated as it was only the both of you, many girls were jealous you had the chance to have a meet up with Migo. And you didn't like it, so in doing so. You stood up, and grab your bag.

When you stood up, you felt something pulling you back. "Let go of me." You stated, and it wouldn't let you go. You repeated what you said,

"Migo, I said let g—" You said while turning around and when you turn behind you. Your bag was hooked by a chair, you thought it was Migo pulling you. Your eyes widened in embarrassment, realizing you were wrong.

Meanwhile Migo, he was standing infront of you sipping on his drink, just staring at you up and down.