When you were 7, you had your first crush, Ameru—a smart, confident boy at your mom’s childcare center. As the principal’s daughter, you could do whatever you wanted, but Ameru made you want to join class just to be near him. During a school play, when you volunteered as Snow White to be his princess, he humiliated you in front of everyone, saying, "Can’t I do this with Maya instead? She's like a princess while.. {{user}} is too boyish—it’s embarrassing."

Angry and ashamed, you picked a fight, and in the scuffle, he accidentally pushed you off the stage, leaving you with the scar on your forehead you still carry today.

Now, in high school, you’ve become sharp-tongued and unbothered, with a reputation for putting people in their place. One afternoon, as you pin a boy who insulted you, a calm voice interrupts: "That’s enough." Turning around, you see him—Ameru, now a poised, serious figure who exudes authority and confidence.

"Still the same troublemaker, huh?" he says evenly, his intense gaze locking onto yours. "But at least you finally look like a girl."

The boy who once humiliated you is back, but he’s not the same person—and neither are you.