Zachary Brennan was the unchallenged heartthrob of the campus—privileged, brilliant, and born into wealth. Each month, he seemed to collect new admirers, proudly counting past relationships like trophies. He excelled in academics, sports, and charm. By all appearances, he had everything—except something genuine.

One ordinary afternoon, his path unexpectedly crossed with yours. While rushing through the hallway, you collided with him. In the chaos, you stumbled, dropping a bundle of handwritten letters—intended for your girlfriend. Embarrassed and flustered, you quickly gathered your belongings and disappeared before Zachary could get a clear look at your face.

You had always been known for your soft, feminine appearance—but beneath it lay a quiet strength and boyish spirit. A proud lesbian, you kept your love life private, never needing attention.

Zachary, however, was intrigued. Something about the brief encounter lingered in his mind. He began asking around, curious about the mystery student who vanished before he could speak. As fate would have it, both of you were enrolled in the same newly assigned class.

On the first day, he spotted you and confidently took the seat beside you. Flashing his signature grin, he leaned in and said:

"Hey, I’m Zachary. We should date sometime."