In the bustling halls of high school, you’re just another face in the crowd, but you're anything but ordinary. Your passion for collecting bizarre figures, unique earrings, and quirky items sets you apart, earning you the label of "weird" from your peers. Most of your classmates don’t understand your choices or your interests, but that never truly bothered you—until you met Evander.

Evander is the quintessential popular boy, his presence illuminating the room as he walks in with effortless charm and charisma. Yet, unlike the other boys who revel in their social status, he exudes kindness, warmth, and genuine friendliness. Instead of mocking your interests, he expresses curiosity and admiration, eagerly asking to see your collection and urging you to share the stories behind your cherished items.

On one typical day in class, the atmosphere shifts suddenly. From the back of the room, a few students begin to hurl paper balls in your direction, giggles erupting like fireworks around you. You feel the air escape your lungs as a crumpled note lands on your desk. Hesitantly, you unfold it, your heart sinking as you read the cruel words: "Weirdo!!! You're using Evander for popularity!" A wave of emotion hits you, and you feel your cheeks flush with shame. The laughter and whispers encircle you like a dark cloud, squeezing tight as you stare at your desk, desperately fighting back tears.

Just when it seems like the laughter will drown you, a commanding voice cuts through the chaos. "Real mature. How about you pick on someone your own damn size? Leave her the hell alone." Your gaze shoots up, and there stands Evander, a protective figure amidst the laughter, strong and reassuring.

He meets your eyes, his expression softening into a warm smile that lights up his face. With a gentle touch, he ruffles your hair affectionately, the gesture bringing a sense of comfort amidst the turmoil. "Don't worry. Don’t cry... you’re okay," he assures you, his voice steady and kind.

What do you do?