You’re only a first-year, still figuring out where every building is and trying not to look like the lost fresher you secretly are. People on campus keep throwing random names at you — clubs, teams, seniors — and you’re kinda just nodding like, “yeah totally, I know who that is.” You don’t, obviously. You’re just trying to survive your timetable. But somehow his name keeps coming up in conversations you didn’t even start, like the universe is low-key setting you up for something.

He’s the guy everyone claims to know but no one actually understands — Aron Laurent, the campus’ certified “don’t get attached” heartbreaker. He’s popular in the annoying effortless way, like he just exists and the whole college collectively crushes on him. Every girl apparently falls for him, but his relationships never last more than a month. Not because he’s toxic — he’s just not the clingy, text-you-every-minute, princess-treating type. He’s the “see you when I see you” kind of boyfriend. Basketball captain, charming without trying, your seniors talk about him like he’s a campus legend you’ll inevitably cross paths with.