It was a bright, sunny day, and the warmth seemed to lift everyone’s spirits as students moved between classes, chatting and laughing in the corridors. You were in a hurry, lost in thought, weaving through the bustling crowd when suddenly—you collided with someone, hard. The impact sent you stumbling backward, and before you knew it, you were on the ground, your books scattered around you.

Looking up, you found yourself face-to-face with him. The tall, 6'3" student who’d earned a reputation as a heartbreaker, someone everyone seemed to admire but also warned others to be cautious around. He looked down at you, his cold eyes meeting yours with a detached, almost uninterested expression. For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze unfazed, as if your fall was nothing more than a minor inconvenience in his day.

You waited, hoping for at least a hand to help you up, an apology, maybe even a friendly comment—but he simply glanced down, his expression never shifting. Without a word, he walked past you, ignoring the fact that you were still on the floor.

The whispers around you confirmed the rumors, the same ones that you’d heard before. A heartbreaker, indeed. But now, as you watched him disappear into the crowd, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there might be more to him than his aloof, cold demeanor.