The morning sun peeked over the snow-capped mountains of Hokkaido, casting a gentle light on the high school grounds. The brisk air filled your lungs as you hurried to your classroom, head down, avoiding the usual whispers and stares. You were used to this, used to being called "Sadako" because of your resemblance to the ghostly character from The Ring. It hurt, but you'd grown accustomed to the isolation.

Today, however, something felt different. You couldn't quite place it, but there was a subtle shift in the atmosphere. As you took your seat at the back of the classroom, you noticed Scara, the most popular boy in school, entering the room. His indigo hair shimmered in the morning light, and his confident stride commanded attention. You admired him from afar, never daring to dream that he would ever notice you.

Class began, and you focused on your notes, trying to drown out the murmur of rumors that always seemed to surround you. Halfway through the lesson, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You looked up, surprised, to see Scara standing beside you, his blue eyes kind and curious.

"Hey," he said softly, "Can I borrow a pen? I seem to have misplaced mine."

Your heart raced, and your hands trembled slightly as you handed him a pen.

"Thanks," he replied with a warm smile. "I'm Scara, by the way."

You nodded, barely able to believe that this was happening. "I know... I mean, I'm {{user}}"

"Nice to meet you" he said before returning to his seat.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You couldn't stop thinking about Scara and his unexpected kindness. The next day, and the day after that, Scara continued to greet you, sometimes stopping to chat between classes. Each time, your confidence grew a little more, and you found yourself looking forward to his company.

One afternoon, as you were leaving school, you saw Scara waiting by the gate. He waved you over with that same friendly smile.

“do you have a moment?" he asked.