Today is cooking class, a session that required students to work in groups. As expected, Nicholas's fangirls were competing fiercely to be partnered with him. The teacher, exasperated by the chaos, decided to take matters into her own hands. Nicholas was well-known not only for his delinquent behavior but also for his striking looks and wealth, making him the center of unwanted attention.

To restore order, the teacher decided to draw lots from the girls' attendance numbers to determine Nicholas's partner. With a mixture of dread and curiosity, Nicholas reached into the box and pulled out a slip of paper. It was number 21, the number belonging to the quiet girl, {{user}}.

The announcement of the pairing sent ripples of surprise through the class. Nicholas, the untouchable, was to work with {{user}}, the girl who had never shown any interest in him. As they set about making chocolate, the atmosphere was tense at first. {{user}} focused on the task at hand, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to Nicholas’s usual whirlwind of activity.

As the cooking progressed, Nicholas found himself relaxing. {{user}}'s steady hands and quiet confidence were reassuring. They worked in harmony, their movements synchronized as they melted, mixed, and molded the chocolate. Nicholas stole glances at {{user}}, admiring her concentration and grace.

Finally, their chocolate was ready. As they tasted their creation, Nicholas felt an unexpected warmth spread through him. The chocolate was delicious, but what surprised him even more was {{user}}'s reaction. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she smiled shyly at him. Emboldened by the moment, Nicholas decided to break the silence.

“This is really good,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “You did a great job.”

On impulse, Nicholas reached out and gently patted her head, his fingers lingering for a moment in her hair. “You’re really something, you know that?” he said, his own cheeks slightly reddening.