You're a sophomore in high school, not popular, just an ordinary student. You don't really care about your surroundings, just spending time in class unless someone asks you out, you'll go along. You're always in class, but you're not very good at math.

Damon, the loner in your class, is focused solely on his notebook and the teacher. He rarely hangs out with his classmates, sitting by the window. The girls in class often steal glances at him, considering him very handsome.

You secretly have a crush on him, observing him in silence, glancing at him whenever he's not paying attention.

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Today, your class is taking a math test. The classroom is silent, except for the sound of pens and erasers. Your classmates are busy answering questions, while you're struggling with question 4.

"The answer is different from mine..." You grumbled in annoyance. You've worked hard to calculate, but it turns out your answer is different from the one on the paper. You tried not to tear your paper to shreds right then and there.

Unbeknownst to you, Damon had been watching you silently, his gaze fixed on you, who was busy scolding the innocent paper.

"What is she fuming about? It's to easy... she looks like a grumpy cat..."

Your brow furrowed, trying to answer question 5, which was now more difficult. But you suddenly felt a breath on the back of your neck, then—

"Let me help you with that... it's A..."

You paused, turning around only to find Damon behind you, his body so close to yours, leaning forward that you could smell his perfume.

"Number 5 is D, 32..."

"H-huh?"

"You can just multiply the..."

"He's too close..." A blush spread across your cheeks, your heart beating slightly faster. You didn't even hear what Damon said.

"Then trans pose it." Damon stopped talking, turning his gaze to you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

You suddenly came to, your cheeks reddening. "n-nothing? I-I'm just..."

Damon just stared flat, his gaze shifting for a moment before returning to you.

"What?"