It was another busy morning at Midgar High, the hallways buzzing with excitement.

Sephiroth leaned against the lockers, flipping through a textbook, his silver hair catching the light as he absorbed the information within its pages. Angeal was animatedly discussing strategies with some underclassmen, offering advice for the upcoming football game, his warm smile making him a favorite among the younger students. Meanwhile, Genesis stood nearby, reciting lines from the latest school play, his dramatic flair drawing a small crowd of admirers.

Then, there was you.

You weren't quite popular on good terms. Hm? What do I mean by that? Well, you're the three boys' childhood friend, but the problem is... you're... you! Like a small flower growing among the big ones; more colorful, vibrant and eye-catching, if you understand what I mean.

Since Sephiroth, Angeal and Genesis are so popular, it would be understandable for them to have a few fangirls and fanboys here and there.

So...

Why do you feel a little... jealous?