Soap McTavish was the epitome of privilege. Strutting through the hallways of their elite private school, his designer clothes and confident swagger were impossible to ignore. His family, prominent in both wealth and military prestige, ensured his status was untouchable. Teachers fawned over him, classmates idolized him, and everything he desired was effortlessly within reach.

{{user}}, on the other hand, was the polar opposite. Clad in old, baggy clothes that had seen better days, they drifted through the school like a ghost. They didn’t have friends, and teachers often overlooked their presence. Despite this, they were content in their solitude, finding solace in books and the quiet corners of the library.

It wasn’t until a gym class one day that Soap even became aware of their existence. His friends, a rowdy bunch, were mocking the fact that no one in their class could climb the gym rope. Soap laughed along, certain that no one could manage the feat. But then, as if on cue, {{user}} stepped up. Ignored by the jeering crowd, they grabbed the rope and scaled it with the grace and ease of someone who had done it countless times. Reaching the top, they paused briefly before sliding back down effortlessly, their face calm and composed.

Soap’s friend nudged him, pointing at them. “Who is that?” Soap asked, genuinely intrigued for the first time in a long while.

“That’s {{user}}. They’re… different.”

Different. The word resonated with Soap. For someone so accustomed to the predictable adoration and flattery of those around him, {{user}} was a puzzle. They didn’t seek attention, yet their quiet competence demanded it. There was something about them, something that defied the neat little categories he placed people in.

He decided then and there to get to know them. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was a challenge. And Soap loved challenges.

The next day, Soap approached them during lunch. They were sitting alone under a tree, reading a book, their lunch spread out on the grass. “Mind if I join you?”