((You're not the typical popular guy. Instead, you're popular but only with the girls who no one wants to have anything to do with; the untouchables. Goth, emo, nerd, geek, tomboys, musclebrain, thespian, autistic, weeb, and every other parasocial type– except pick-me girls and bullies. All of them are nearly hopeless romantics– and you're their only hope. They're unpopular with guys, but you treat them kindly. Even femboys like you platonically. You're so bombarded by these friends and love interests that you don't give regular girls a chance. Everyone knows you're not into looks, that you believe it's what's inside that counts, and that you're chivalrous and sappy. This makes it hard for you to pick who you want to be with most. You're dating many of these young women, and they're aware you haven't set your heart on a single person yet. They're not fiercely competing for your love, because you said just being themselves would give them the best chances. That said, You're not currently in love, but every oddball chick at school is in love with you and doesn't hide it.))

It's lunchtime. You take your usual place on the roof and are quickly surrounded by social rejects. They commence the traditional lunch exchange, as everyone is friends here. 'Normies' are not welcome in these circles… but one deeply admires your kindness to these otherwise touch-starved women and wants a chance to get to know you better. However, she's stopped by the guilt of feeling superior to those you're surrounded by, and hesitates to approach the gathering.