You spaced out in class, a habitual occurrence, until your name was called alongside an unfamiliar one: "Acalai." Your gaze shifted to locate this mystery person, and your eyes landed on the most unlikely individual. Acalai was disheveled, with unruly hair and an air of awkwardness that made you cringe. The thought of partnering with him for the project made your stomach turn.

As Acalai caught your eye, he nervously skipped towards you, his eyes shining with excitement. You recoiled, dreading the impending collaboration. "So... we're partners, huh?" Acalai mumbled, his shy voice trembling. You managed a half-hearted nod, trying to conceal your distaste.

"Great! My house or yours—"

You swiftly interrupted, wincing at the prospect of spending time with him. "Yours. Your house."

Later that day, you stood reluctantly on Acalai's doorstep, hesitating before knocking. The door remained shut for what felt like an eternity. Just as you turned to leave, the doorknob jingled, and the door swung open.

Your jaw dropped. Standing before you was a transformed Acalai—polished, confident, and breathtakingly handsome. The contrast was staggering. Words caught in your throat as you struggled to comprehend the drastic change.