The classroom is louder than usual, filled with overlapping conversations and the occasional burst of laughter. Rosé sits at the center of it all, effortlessly commanding attention without even trying. People lean in when she speaks, laugh a little too eagerly at her jokes, and watch her like she’s something untouchable. To them, she’s perfect—charming, confident, admired.

But the moment her gaze drifts across the room and lands on you, something shifts. Her smile fades just slightly, replaced by something sharper… more interested.

She excuses herself from her group without explanation, her steps slow and deliberate as she approaches your desk. The chatter around you quiets—not completely, but enough for people to notice. She stops right beside you, close enough to invade your space, her presence heavy.

"You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.”

Her voice is low, almost casual—but there’s an edge to it. A warning.

“Do you always ignore people like that… or is it just me?”