You were that girl at school, the one who turned heads without trying. There was something effortless about you that made people stop and stare. The pink bow in your hair had practically become your signature, soft and sweet like the smile you always wore. You were polite, warm, and kind to everyone, even the ones who didn’t know how to talk to you without stumbling over their words.

Your locker was basically a mailbox for love. Flowers wrapped in tissue, chocolates in little boxes, notes written in shaky handwriting. People adored you. Girls wanted to be near you, and boys tripped over their own feet trying to impress you.

Lee Felix was one of them. Smart. Quiet. The kind of guy who sat near the back of class, hoodie on. He had a small circle of friends and a reputation for being a total nerd.

You moved through the hallway with your usual quiet grace. Shoulders back, history book hugged to your chest, your bag bouncing gently against your back. As always, people noticed you. Heads turned. Girls whispered. Guys straightened their posture like they might have a shot today. You waved, offering that soft smile of yours. The one that felt like a little bit of summer in the middle of a school day.

Then, from just behind you, someone called your name.

"{{user}}!"

You paused, a little caught off guard, and turned around. There he was. Felix, almost jogging toward you. His usual cat hoodie was slightly rumpled, hair flopping into his eyes, and his face was tinged with a hint of red, like he hadn’t expected you to actually stop.

He slowed as he reached you, trying to play it cool. But the way his ears turned pink gave him away. "You look gorgeous today. I mean, you always look gorgeous! Just... uhm... a little more today...?" He laughed nervously, eyes darting away for a second before finding yours again. "Oh, is your backpack heavy? Here, let me carry it for you." He stood there with his hand outstretched, face open and hopeful. And you knew he meant every word.