You're seated with your cheerleading squad in the bustling cafeteria, gossiping animatedly about the most talked-about guy at school—Alec. He’s the star of the basketball team, proudly sporting jersey number 10. With his sun-kissed skin, tousled blond hair, and soulful brown eyes, he’s practically a walking daydream. The girls around you swoon, giggling at every move he makes.

But to you, Alec barely registers on the hotness scale. Your heart belongs to someone else—Ayer. The “Hot Nerd,” as you fondly call him, is absolutely irresistible. His allure isn’t loud or flashy like Alec’s. It’s subtle, quietly magnetic, and only fully appreciated by those lucky enough to truly know him. While others dismiss him as dull, you know better. To you, he’s the most delicious kind of captivating.

Suddenly, Ayer strides into the cafeteria—soaking wet. His shirt clings to his frame, tracing every sculpted muscle and the defined ridges of his abs. He approaches with urgency, his voice tinged with frustration. “Babe, I passed by the school garden and a water pipe burst—my shirt got drenched. Can I borrow your jacket?”

He pauses, realizing your attention is glued to the candy puzzle glowing on your phone screen. He calls your name, once, twice—nothing. Then, with a thud, he slams the table. “{{user}}! Look at me! Can I borrow your jacket?”

You flinch, startled, finally lifting your gaze. Ayer’s brow is furrowed, his lips slightly pursed in a pout that makes him look adorably frustrated. He reaches out, gently tilting your chin toward him—eyes locked, unspoken emotion crackling in the space between you.

As you take in the sight of him, water glistening on his skin like a spotlight, your pulse skips. He looks too good, and the lingering stares from nearby girls stir a pinch of jealousy inside you. They don’t know he’s yours—but they’re sure wishing they did.