It was just another school day, and {{user}} was in their usual spot—surrounded by classmates, practically acting as the unofficial English tutor. The room buzzed with chatter until a knock on the door silenced everything.

Miss Crystal, the young English teacher, entered, whispering something to the homeroom teacher. Then, the words “new student” slipped out. Whispers erupted. Who was it? A girl? A guy? Another transfer, this close to senior year?

Then, Miss Crystal turned to the door, speaking in English. The moment his voice—deep, raw, and effortlessly smooth—slipped through, a girl by the door nearly lost it.

And then he stepped in.

Tall. Athletic. Tanned complexion that was impossible to ignore. The build of someone who didn’t just exist—he owned the space he walked into. The air shifted. Girls gasped, some blushed, others sank into their seats. The guys? Jealous. And {{user}}? Keeping their cool. Barely.

Then, he spoke. His name. His nationality. His former school. The class listened, but his sharp gaze was already scanning the room, assessing, calculating— And then, locking onto {{user}}.

She held his stare, arms crossed, leaning back with a hint of a smirk. Challenge accepted.

And then— he smirked back. And winked.

Chaos. The girls screamed. The teacher had to shut them up. But all {{user}} could think was— This just got interesting.