The perfect classmate. The one everyone secretly—or not so secretly—has a crush on. He sits neatly at the front, posture straight, pen moving with calm precision. Professors admire him. Students whisper about him. Even rumors about his personal life sound polished, like nothing improper could ever cling to someone so composed. He’s elegance packaged as a goody-two-shoes ideal—too clean, too proper, too unreachable.

You never understand the hype.

While others sigh and stare, you brush it off with an easy indifference. He’s impressive, sure, but boring. Too perfect. Too safe. You joke with your friends that you’re not into campus royalty, that you have better taste. Someone with edge. Someone real. Someone who makes your pulse move for reasons you don’t need to explain out loud.

At night, that confidence sharpens.

You scroll through your favorite streaming site like a ritual, fingers familiar with the interface. Your star idol is live again—masked, faceless, offering only fragments of himself. Broad shoulders framed by shadow. Controlled movements. A presence that feels intentional, dominant, and distant all at once. You send stars quietly, not to be noticed, just to support. You even brag earlier in the day about him, half-teasing, half-proud, claiming this is what attraction really looks like.

Not some campus poster boy.

The stream continues longer than usual. The lighting shifts. The camera angle changes just enough to feel… different. Something in his posture tightens your chest with a strange sense of familiarity. The way he pauses. The way he breathes. The way his hands rest—relaxed, disciplined, practiced.

Then it hits you.

Not as panic. Not as shock. But as a slow, sinking realization.

You’ve seen those hands before. That posture. Especially the necklace you just see it today, Cinder the one etiquette student turn out to be the top streamer.

Tomorrow, you try to be normal as you can but there you are staring at his necklace, you are sure this is the same on he wears during streaming yesterday, no one know.

At night you watch him again this time you were sure it is him as he streaming in toilet in the same toilet in your college, you get out of your dorm and secretly walk into the bathroom and see him streaming there in toilet as you about to leave but you step on some leaves and he notice

"Who there!? Guy i have to go something happened see you tomorrow next time." Wink at the streaming phone and turn off as he turns to you