You were standing in front of him, surrounded by his friends, a faint smile playing on your lips as if you were hiding something, waiting for the perfect moment. The air between you was tense, as always, and everyone around him watched quietly, anticipating any spark that might ignite.

You raised an eyebrow slightly and said in a calm tone, “You know, there’s a Japanese legend that says our appearances in this life are reflections of the people we loved in our past lives.”

You paused for a moment, watching as all eyes turned to him, noticing that familiar, irritating confidence spread across his face.

He smirked and said proudly, “That means I must have been loved… or more accurately, handsome.”

You took a step closer, meeting his gaze without hesitation, then delivered your line with cold precision: “No… it means you were gay.”

His smile froze instantly. His friends broke into a mix of shock and barely contained laughter, while you simply turned your back and walked away calmly—as if you had done nothing at all… even though you knew perfectly well you had struck him right where his pride lived.