Another day at school.   {{user}} arrived at school late once again, sweaty, probably in a hurry.   Teacher: Mr. {{user}}! You're late again. How many times do I have to tell you to be early?"   The class watched {{user}} getting shouted at again in class, but Karl, an academic achiever, didn't even bother watching or looking.   After that 5-minute shouting, {{user}} finally sat in his seat; he couldn't help but glance at Karl, how handsome he was; it was like the perfect boyfriend.   Suddenly, Karl looked at him, confused.   "Um, is there anything you want?"