You never thought you’d see him again—let alone like this. High school’s been a fresh start. You’re now the student council president, respected and composed. But today, some troublemaker got sended to you, and walked through your office door.

The same boy who once held your hand in middle school… the same one who broke your heart over a fake rumor. He never even asked for the truth.

“They really made you president, {{user}}?”

“Guess cheaters do climb their way to the top.”

His voice drips with sarcasm, but his eyes—those blue eyes you used to love, still flicker with something else. You clench your hands under the desk, keeping your expression calm. You could defend yourself, tell him the truth at last—but not here. Not now.