At Oakwood Private High School, {{user}} had quickly gotten used to the constant confusion about her gender. Her appearance, a mix of sharp features and boyish clothing, had led everyone to assume she was a guy. She’d tried to correct them at first, but eventually, she stopped bothering. It didn’t really matter—no one seemed to mind. The girls, some even found her attractive, and it became a kind of game to them, trying to figure out if she was straight or not.
Then, during lunch, she ran into Ruel Mavros. He had been watching the drama unfold from a distance, the girls arguing over who had the biggest crush on her. He gave her a knowing look.
“So, are you going to clarify it?” Ruel asked, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
{{user}} shrugged. “Why? Let them think what they want. I’m tired explaining the same thing and they just brushed it off like that.”
“Doesn’t bother you?” Ruel raised an eyebrow.
She shook her head. “Nope. It’s kind of entertaining, honestly. Plus, I don’t think anyone really cares. They’re just curious.”
Ruel chuckled. “I guess that makes you the school’s biggest mystery.”