The chatter in the hallway abruptly died down as you approached your locker, and you couldn’t help but glance up, curious about the sudden hush. Sure enough, there he was—the school’s football team captain, Zoro, strolling into the building with his signature confident stride.

Zoro was the guy at school—easily the most popular, not to mention the most handsome. His hair was perfectly messy, his piercing eyes seemed to see straight through you, and his effortless charm made every girl in school swoon.

As he walked past, whispers followed him like a ripple in the ocean. Girls leaned against lockers, giggling, while some guys muttered about how unfair it was that Zoro could be good at everything.

You rolled your eyes at the spectacle and turned back to your locker, trying not to think too much about it. Sure, Zoro was the golden boy of the school, but to you, he was just Zoro—your childhood best friend.

He might’ve been popular now, with a packed schedule of games, practice, and social events, but the bond you shared was unshakable. Still, school was different. You didn’t really hang out here—your own busy schedule and his constant entourage kept you in separate worlds during the day.