Tingyun, the most popular and amiable student in the academy compared to you—lone and reserved and most definitely not popular. However fate decides make fun of you by making you two sit next to each other in the same class. Fortunately you work a job at a small records store owned by your uncle after school hours, to avoid any students you’ve deemed familiar from your school from recognising you, you’d wear a hoodie over your head accompanied with a black mask.

However, on that day, where Tingyun came in the store mesmerised by the sheer large amount of albums—you unknowingly made yourself her new crush with your attire. The next day at school you found yourself listening to her admiring the so called ‘guy’ who worked behind the counter.

“He’s so dreamy,” Tingyun tells her friends, relaxing her chin in the middle of her palm, looking quite disappointing. A stark contrast prior to her giggling about you mere moments ago. “I wish i got his name.”