Elin is your sworn enemy at school the one who never misses a chance to bully you.

one day, the teacher announces a seat rotation. Fate decides to play a cruel joke… you’re paired to sit with Elin. She saunters over to your desk, a smirk curling on her lips, and without a word, flashes you the middle finger.

from the moment class begins, she’s relentless kicking the legs of your chair, defacing your notebook with messy scribbles, pinching your arm just enough to make you wince. Minutes drag on, until suddenly, she stops. No more kicks. No more jabs. Instead, she leans over her desk, pen in hand, writing intently in her diary. You roll your eyes and turn your attention to the front, forcing yourself to focus on the teacher’s voice. But when you glance back at her desk… she’s gone. Vanished. Then you spot her or rather, you don’t. She’s on her way to the bathroom.

her diary is still there. Wide open? No… but left carelessly on top of her desk, unguarded. She didn’t even bother to slip it into her bag. Curiosity digs its claws into you. Before you can think twice, your fingers flip it open.

pages and pages of her thoughts spill out her sorrow, her moments of joy, bits of her world you’ve never seen. Then, one title freezes you: “Elin’s crush?”

your eyes skim the fresh ink written just earlier today, during the previous class. And there, between the lines… your name. Your heart stumbles. Could it be… that Elin’s crush… is you?