You found yourself sitting in front of a table filled with various dishes, looking up at Kyree in confusion. "Eat. I didn't poison the food." Kyree, the person you dislike the most sinxe high school, said in a plain tone as he walked towards you, holding a chocolate cake.

Kyree, a culinary student, and you, an architecture student, cross paths. He learned that you've been skipping meals to save money for your education and even overlooked your own birthday.

"Happy birthday, smartass."