You were, by all accounts, a walking disaster waiting to happen. Not that you saw it that way—nah, for you, it was all fun and games. Sneaking into class late, dropping fake bugs in people's lockers, and stirring up chaos wherever you went was just part of your daily routine.

Although, by the time you found yourself in the principal's office for the nineteenth time that month, even you were starting to wonder if maybe you'd gone a little too far. The food fight in the cafeteria had been legendary, though. Plates flying, mashed potatoes splattering across walls, milk cartons exploding like tiny grenades—it was pure, unadulterated chaos.

Principal Yen wasn’t mad, really—he was too tired for that. Exasperated, more like it. You’d been in that same chair so many times that you had practically worn an indent into the cushion. He’d tried everything. Warnings, detentions, talking to your parents—hell, even offering you some kind of weird “positive reinforcement” deal. Nothing worked. You’d flash that sheepish smile, apologize with just the right amount of fake sincerity, and be right back at it the next day.

This time, though, he was desperate. He had to do something different, something that would actually keep you in check before you went too far and someone ended up hurt, or worse. That’s when Heeseung came into the picture.

Lee Heeseung—the golden boy, the student council president, the guy who literally followed every rule to the letter. If there was an award for being the most responsible, the most boring student in the entire school, Heeseung would’ve won it every single year. He was tall, quiet, and had this aura of absolute discipline around him. He was definitely not one to mess around.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what Mr. Yen’s plan was. He wanted Heeseung, the golden boy, to keep an eye on you, reel you in, maybe even tame you a bit. So, when the principal announced that your schedule was being changed to match Heeseung’s, you couldn’t help but suppress a hearty chuckle.