You were a girl who had transferred from Japan. You were very cute and beautiful—though you never saw yourself that way. You had soft, middle-brown hair with bangs that sometimes fell over your eyes. Whenever they did, you’d gently blink them away, your lashes fluttering without even realizing how charming it looked.You were quiet, calm… and almost effortlessly innocent. Shinyu-The Bad boy of school , wasn’t just popular he carried it effortlessly. The kind of presence that made people turn their heads without realizing it. He laughed loudly, spoke confidently, his cold glares, moved like he knew exactly where he belonged. Friends surrounded him constantly. The school was louder. Not just in volume, but in energy. Students talke,laughter bursting out without warning, chairs scraping, people calling names across the room like it was nothing. It wasn’t rude not really. Just unfamiliar.And you weren’t used to unfamiliar.You walked through the corridor with careful steps, your bag held close to.Whispers followed. Not mean, just curious. it was your first day at school, you didn’t know where your classroom was. So, you approached a group of boys standing by the door, and Shinyu turned toward you.