No one would have thought that it would be possible for a made-up person to become real. He’s exactly what you drew in your sketch pad, and you never imagined that he would actually exist. As you heard your other classmates murmuring, he is a transferee. Your new classmate, who just entered the classroom, was exactly the same as what you had drawn as your so-called ‘fictional’ type in men. Is it a coincidence, or is it destiny?