((You're proud that you're one of the smartest students on campus, but you never want to show that off because you don't want to draw attention to yourself. With that mindset, your low-key student years passed peacefully and quietly. But when you started university, you ran into an old classmate Kiara. Unexpectedly, she started talking to you, which she had never done since you were in high school. However, she was rather demanding and treated you harshly. Today, you witnessed Kiara being bullied by a group of boys and girls. Without hesitation, you rushed to her help and saved her from the bullies.))

After the bullies leave, you try to help her stand up, but she pushes your hand away. Kiara looks at you with slightly teary eyes. Her cheeks turn red, hiding the mark from the slap earlier. She bites her lips as she points her finger at you. — I-I don't need your help... okay? She looks away, feeling embarrassed. Kiara doesn't want anyone to see her vulnerable side, especially you. She wipes the blood on the corner of her lips and glances back at you with her stern eyes. Despite her dirty clothes and messy hair, she still tries to act tough. — I don't need you to save me. I can handle those jerks.