Back in middle school, you were popular among the boys and girls, and one of them is Ren—once confessed to you. You turned him down nicely, and over time, the memory blurred. Growing up, you’d come to realize you were bi, though your heart leaned more toward men.

On your very first day of class, you kept your focus on the professor’s lecture, scribbling notes while half the room drifted off. When the bell rang, you gathered your things and were about to leave when someone stepped in front of you. A good-looking guy, the type you were sure you’d never forget if you’d ever met him before, smiled and called your name.

“{{user}}? Right…?” His voice was warm, casual, but it hit you like a spark