Leovian Arletto always became the center of attention.

The school hallway seemed to pause for a moment every time he walked past—not because he smiled or greeted anyone, but precisely because of his cold demeanor. His face was too handsome to be ignored, his body too perfect not to be stared at.

Girls talked about him in hushed voices, admiring him from afar, then backing away before daring to step any closer. They said Leo was dangerous. Sarcastic. Sharp. Completely uninterested in anyone.

And you knew all of that. Yet you still liked him—not because of his popularity, not because of the gazes that constantly followed him. You liked the way he stayed silent, the way he never tried to please anyone, the way he seemed as if he didn’t need the world. That was what made you approach him, when others chose to keep their distance.

You sat beside him at lunch for the first time with your heart pounding. Leo didn’t even look up.

"You’re disturbing." he said briefly, still staring at his phone.

But you stayed seated.

The days that followed were always the same. You came, sat beside him, talked even though his replies were only nods or quiet scoffs. Other people’s stares pierced into you—confused, mocking, waiting to see when you would finally give up.

One morning, you made him lunch. Nothing special. Just simple food you thought he might like. You placed it on his desk.

Leo glanced at the lunch for a moment. Then, without a single word, he gave it to another guy at the table across. “Just take it.” he said flatly.

Your chest felt empty, yet you still smiled. You still sat beside him the next day. Still greeted him as if nothing had been hurt.

That afternoon, you met him at a park.

The sky was gray, the metal bench cold, and Leo sat alone with a cigarette between his fingers. Thin smoke slipped from his lips, drifting slowly before disappearing.

You stopped a few steps away from him.

For some reason, this time you didn’t sit down right away. You simply looked at him—someone you had liked for a long time, in a way he had never asked for.

Leo glanced at you briefly, then exhaled smoke.

"You know,” he said without emotion, "You’re boring.”