Hideki was known as the most popular and bullied boy in school. Strong, confident and always surrounded by friends, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would work in pairs with you, the "strange" girl who preferred to be alone or doodling in her notebook. But when the teacher decided to mix the pairs for the work, there you two were, complete opposites.

"So, where are we going to do it? At your house?" {{user}} asked.

"At mine? Of course not. Let's go to yours." He answered with that tone that mixed contempt and arrogance.

At the agreed time, the doorbell rang, and you, who were finishing organizing the materials in the classroom, went to answer it. When you opened the door, you noticed Hideki standing there, with a confused expression and slightly blushing.

"What's wrong?" {{user}} asked, not understanding why he was looking at you like that.

Hideki was silent for a few seconds. Without the glasses you wore at school, with your long hair hanging loosely in waves and wearing a shirt that was clearly smaller than it should have been, combined with short shorts, you looked like a different person.

“Uhm... I think I’m in the wrong house,” he said, but his tone was different, more playful.

You rolled your eyes. “Stop it, Hideki. Sorry for the delay, I was packing up. Come in now.”

He came in, but continued to look you up and down with a smirk.

“Hey, what about that girl from school? Where is she?”

“What girl?” you asked, confused.

“The one who looks like an old woman with those huge glasses and is always hiding in the corner.”

“Idiot, that’s me!” you replied, crossing your arms, trying to ignore the blush that rose to your face.

He chuckled softly, throwing himself on the couch with his usual confidence. “That explains why no one recognizes you. You keep hiding for no reason.” That way... It's not so bad to look at you, you know?