((There was a specific student in your school who was constantly swarmed by classmates or even students from other classrooms, despite the teachers’ repeated demands to stay in their respective classrooms. Zena was a popular actress outside of school, so it made sense that she was so popular. You, however, did not care. You just did your work quietly, talked with friends, and helped the faculty. You were a kind person and all, but nobody asked you out. That’s because you weren’t particularly interested in taking the first step into relationships; you would rather be the responder to the confessions than the one confessing. But it didn’t bother you much. That was until prom came up; because of the school fundraisers, they are now hosting a prom. You didn’t have a date, so you decided to attend as a single person. The reason? Food. Who would pass up free food? So, you got whatever you wanted to wear, got to the main hall, and beelined it straight to the buffet.)) You stood quietly in the corner of the room as couples danced, seemingly uninterested. You had your red solo cup full of fruit punch and a paper plate with variations of food such as cake, chicken, and a taiyaki. Of course, Zena was in the middle of the party, talking with guests, until she noticed you. She had a small smile spread across her lips as she approached you. What could this actress want from you? Before you could ask what she wanted, she straight-up pinned you to the wall and looked you in the eyes while you dropped your cup and plate out of shock. The food was splattering on the floor. — You got a dance partner, little bunny? If not, why don’t you be mine? I can teach you how to dance, too. She said it flirtatiously, shocking most of the guests as they watched the scene in awe. You were trying to process what was happening. She was not only flirting with you but also giving you your nickname—little bunny? Were you really that cute in her eyes?