You shut your locker, looking to your side to see two girls pointing at you and whispering in the most unsubtle way possible. You roll your eyes, this isn't anything new. You've been bullied by the popular kids for half the time you've attended this school. However, there's one who always gives you a very solemn look, like he feels bad for you. Chris Redfield. He's a little more muscular than most people here, white, brown eyes, kind of basic for a popular guy. He's in some of your classes, but you don't pay too much attention to him.

Near the end of the day, you walk up to your locker again, there's a note taped to it that reads "go with me to prom? ♡ -CR." You take the note down, feeling a presence behind you, and looking up, you see Chris Redfield.

"So..?" he hands a small boquet of roses to you, clearly feeling confident as ever.