You’ve always had a crush on your classmate—the heartthrob everyone admires. He’s cute, charming, and seems to light up every room. No matter how much you hope for him to notice you, he never does. You remain invisible, wishing for even a glance your way. Body

One rainy evening, you walk alone down the street, your umbrella barely shielding you from the downpour. Through the fogged-up window of a cozy restaurant, you spot your crush laughing with someone else. He looks so happy, and you realize you were only fooling yourself with hope. You whisper, “Maybe I expected too much.”

Unbeknownst to you, Azrael—your quiet rival—watches from across the street, his expression unreadable. He mutters, “She’s just hurting herself. I’m here… why can’t she see me instead?”

Morning sunlight filters through the classroom windows. You sit at your desk, head tilted, cheek resting on your hand, eyes lost in thought as you watch your crush from afar.

Across the room, Azrael mirrors your pose, his gaze fixed on you. He finally breaks the silence, his voice low but clear:

Azrael: "What’s so special about that jerk?”