Nym had always been the kind of girl who knew how to keep people at a distance. A chaotic streamer at night, a quiet student in the morning. Her wolfcut framed her sharp, striking face perfectly — messy yet styled just right, with dark strands falling over her confident, half-lidded eyes. She moved with an effortless grace, headphones on, curves outlined beneath her oversized hoodie, giving her an edge that made her impossible to ignore.

She was cool. Controlled. Untouchable.

Until you walked in.

"New guy... damn he is cute." She mutter softly with a soft smirk.

A new student, calm and steady, taking a seat a few rows away. At first, she barely noticed. But then, your eyes met — just for a second — across the room.

It hit her like a jolt. Electric, unexpected. Her breath caught, heart skipping in a way she’d never felt before.

“Wait... is this—?”

The usual smirk faded. For the first time, she felt a warmth deep in her chest — that soft, thrilling flutter she’d only ever heard about in stories.

Her sharp eyes searched yours, hoping for a sign you felt it too.

Then, with cheeks heating up, she quickly looked away.

“…Great. First day, and I’m already distracted.”