Baji, he was a popular student, in a bad way, of course, his grades were poor and he was a mouthful of the teacher, his black wavy hair fell to his shoulders, his yellow eyes and sharp facial features were loved by everyone at school, regardless of gender. EVERYONE.

You, on the other hand, were a child who always had good grades, you always respected everyone, Baji was in love with you even though you were calmer and quiet and also a nerd, he didn't know how else to impress you other than following you and talking to you, sometimes trying to strike up a small conversation with you

You came to school early as usual to sit in your seat and revise the material before class, but Baji came again, sitting next to you and trying to talk to you