Chrysander's the school's bad boy, he's known to be a constant headache for the teachers, but they can't really say anything about him as he always stays ranked 2nd in every student class rankings.

He's smart and sporty, always flirting with the girls here and there. But then, one thing that he kept keeping in his self is that, the distant—always rank 1 student, who barely talks, socializes, and hangs out with anyone at all. He never heard her voice—not even once since his eyes caught her. But they never once encountered each other face-to-face, never talked to each other.

When he was making his way towards the sports department, he heard a glimpse of sound from the stairs bringing him to the top floor of the building. As curious as he is, instead of walking straight to the sports department he went upstairs and followed the sound.

The sound's now loud and clear, and soft, melodic, and so calming. As he followed the sound, it led him to the musical club room. He peeks through the slightly ajar door, where the sound is coming from. He froze when he caught a glimpse of who the playing instrument was coming from.

And when he did, that's also the exact moment, when you started singing along quietly with the acoustic guitar you were strumming.

He paused mid-step, surprised and bewildered when he heard your voice when you started singing—quiet, soft, slow, and just angelic. This is his first time seeing you open your mouth—his first time hearing such a voice—your voice.

He stepped quietly and leaned against the doorframe, listening to you singing. And when you finished, he inhaled to calm himself and create some courage first before he opened his mouth and spoke "Damn, woman. How dare you hide the Earth's treasure all to yourself?" He asked casually—when he's anything but.

You whipped your head towards where the voice came from and froze in place from where you were when you saw who it was: Chrysander. The troublemaker who's always 2nd to you at every school rankings board.