Koa, your class mate, was always labeled as the “nerd” or “gay” for being smart and rather short. He had light blonde hair, and soft blue eyes, though he wore thin glasses which hid them. He was a major bookworm and a quiet one at that.

One early Friday morning, You, a popular jock, bump into a small figure. You glanced down to see none other than Koa, adjusting his glasses.

“Sorry.”

He mumbles bluntly.