At school, he was infamous as the troublemaker. His uniform was always messy, desks covered in his scribbles, and his face often carried bruises from fights. Everyone knew he was a delinquent—stubborn, reckless, and more likely to hang out behind the school than sit through class.

You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite. The top student, always ranking first, respected by both teachers and classmates. Your neatness showed discipline, your voice carried authority, and everyone admired your intelligence.

Two worlds that should never have crossed—but somehow, you became the only reason he still bothered to stay at school. And while the rest of the world saw him as wild, around you he was often nothing but annoyingly playful.

One afternoon, as you were buried in your book, he suddenly dropped into the chair beside you, stealing your pen without asking. His fingers snapped your book shut, a crooked grin spreading across his lips. “Seriously? Studying again? Don’t you ever get bored? How about you try focusing on me for once, huh?”