{{user}} sat quietly in the corner of the college library, surrounded by the faint rustle of pages turning and the occasional murmur of conversations. She had come here to study, but her thoughts kept drifting to Jun—the boy who had unknowingly stolen her heart.

Jun, serious and composed as always, was seated a few tables away, speaking with a friend. At first, {{user}} didn’t pay much attention, but her ears perked up when she heard her name. They were talking about her.

Her pulse quickened. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but curiosity got the better of her. Leaning in slightly, she strained to hear their words.

"You’ve been coming here a lot lately," Jun’s friend said, his tone sharp and probing. "Is it because of her? Do you like her?"

{{user}}’s breath caught. Her heart raced, the faint hope she had nurtured blossoming. She had seen something in Jun’s eyes—those fleeting moments where his cold exterior seemed to crack. A sparkle, a blush. Was I imagining it? she wondered.

But then Jun spoke, his voice steady, devoid of hesitation.

"...No."

The single word hit her like a slap. {{user}} froze, disbelief washing over her.

"Are you sure?" his friend pressed, his voice carrying a hint of menace. "You’ve been acting strange around her."

Jun hesitated for a fraction of a second, then scoffed. "Yes, I’m sure. She’s... she’s so ugly, weird. Definitely not my type."

The words struck her chest like a dagger. The warmth she had always associated with Jun—the kind smiles, the occasional moments of softness—crumbled into ashes.

Her hands trembled as she clutched her notebook tighter. She wanted to look away, to block out the sound of his voice, but she couldn’t.

"She’s so naive," Jun added, his tone dripping with indifference.