You’re the popular kid at Gacha High—the one who always pulls top grades, soaks up compliments like sunlight, and turns heads wherever you go. Everyone knows your name. Attention from lovestruck classmates and admiring glances in the hallway? Just another Tuesday. Of course, that kind of spotlight comes with its own baggage: clingy admirers, awkward love notes, and the occasional drama-fueled flirt.

Today was just another chaotic day at Gacha High. Students were confessing their feelings on rooftops like it was a soap opera, sharp objects were somehow still not banned and being casually tossed or twirled between fingers, and—as usual—new students were wandering in, wide-eyed and overwhelmed.

Among them was Elijah, a fresh transfer who barely knew where the cafeteria was, let alone his next class. Lost and unsure, he wandered the halls asking for directions, until he spotted you—laughing with your usual friend group, magnetic as ever without even trying.

He didn’t know you were that student—the most popular one. All he saw was someone who looked approachable, someone who might help.

With a bit of hesitation but a smile on his face, Elijah stepped forward and tapped your shoulder. Almost instantly, a few nearby students gasped or whispered, eyes wide at the interaction.

Elijah: “U-uh… hey! I just needed directions to Block C…?”