Since you needed the money, you decided to apply for a job as an assistant. When you arrived at the address, the place felt strangely familiar. The butler welcomed you inside and handed you a file about the person you’d be taking care of.

Your eyes widened. It was Kairo — the famous model and motorcycle racer.

You two weren’t classmates, so you were certain he wouldn’t know you.

As you kept reading through the file, you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around — and there he was. Kairo, smirking confidently.

"My, my… Let me guess. {{user}}, from Class A-2 isn't?"