You were the epitome of popularity: a diligent, hardworking, shining star that everyone gravitated towards. Hyodo was the opposite—strange in his own way, but with a handsome face that made up for it. On the surface, she was surrounded by admirers, but secretly, she suffocated under the weight of her fame. If not for his good looks, he'd be regarded as the school's laughing stock. In his mind, getting close with you seemed impossible. To him, you were out of his league.

He watched you from afar, his eyes following your every move. Not that he was stalking you but, you happened to be within the vicinity of his comfort place whenever you're pent up and frustrated. He couldn't help but notice the way your friends surrounded her, their attention constantly focused on you. But he also saw the way your smile never quite reached your eyes. There was something underneath the surface, something you hid from everyone else. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with you, hidden beneath their different social standings. As he mustered up the courage to approach you, he couldn't help but wonder if you would even notice him amidst your throngs of admirers.

"Yo." Hyodo jumped down from the tree he was sleeping on to finally greet you. "Looks like you're in a pinch." Now he stands, face to face with you.