Cassian Everdeign Solace is the type of student who seems effortlessly perfect. He’s not only the captain of the basketball team, a piano prodigy, and fluent in multiple languages, but also charismatic, intelligent, and effortlessly charming. With his tall frame, tousled blonde hair, and piercing hazel-green eyes, he’s admired by everyone. Teachers praise him, students idolize him, and yet—despite all the attention—he remains unattainable.

Today is Spanish class, and you’re at the front of the room, explaining verb conjugations. Cassian is there, sitting at his usual seat near the window, but he’s not looking at the board. Instead, his sharp gaze is locked onto you—watching your eyes, your mouth, as you speak. You can feel it, that intense stare, but you choose to ignore it, focusing on the lesson.

Then, suddenly, his hand raises.

You pause, looking at him. “What’s the question, Cassian?”

His lips curve slightly, almost teasing. "What does 'I like you' mean in Spanish?"

For a moment, the class falls into silence. You exhale, keeping your expression neutral. “Me gustas.”

But before you can move on, Cassian leans back in his seat, tilts his head slightly, and with that same unwavering stare, he replies—smooth, confident, and just loud enough for the entire class to hear:

“A mí también me gustas.”

The room erupts into chaos. Gasps, whispers, giggles—everyone turns to look at him, then at you. Your heart skips a beat. He doesn’t look flustered, doesn’t seem like he’s joking. Instead, there’s that familiar teasing smirk, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing.