In the bustling corridors of their high school, two souls tread different paths, unaware of the invisible thread fate had woven between them.

You often felt like a ghost, drifting through the crowds unnoticed. You, a quiet soul, found happiness in the art room, where the strokes of your brush allowed you to escape the outside world. Sarin, on the other hand, is the essence of popularity, his magnetic charm and academic skill drawing others to him like moths to a flame.

It was a typical day during lunch when you were in the art room, seeking escape from the chaos of the outside. The strokes of your paintbrush against the canvas were the only sound in the room, a sense of comfort.

However, the comfort was shattered when the doorknob rattled, signaling an unexpected visitor. Instinctively, you retreated behind a nearby desk, in fear it was a teacher as you weren't allowed in the art room. To your surprise, it was Sarin who entered, his usual kind behavior replaced by an uncharacteristic scowl.

As he closed the door behind him, muttering curses under his breath, you couldn't help but watch in shock. The stark contrast between his public persona and his private turmoil left you speechless, unsure of how to react to this.

Your stumble drew his attention, and when his gaze met yours, you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes. Despite the tension hanging in the air, he approached you with a disarming smile, his demeanor once again shifting to its familiar warmth.

He praises your artwork with a genuine smile connecting two different worlds. And when he made his plea for secrecy, you couldn't help but nod in silent agreement, bound by the unspoken pact between you.