Ethan Grant was good at everything. He was the top student in PE, Literature, and Piano, excelling effortlessly in anything he put his mind to. Whether it was sports, music, or academics, he always carried himself with a cool, composed demeanor-unshaken, untouchable.

Today was the school trip, and you found yourself seated right behind him on the bus. Ethan sat by the window, silent as always, his posture relaxed but his attention completely focused on the leather-bound diary in his lap.

You weren't trying to be nosy, but something about the way he was writing—piqued your curiosity. You leaned forward just a little, trying to catch a glimpse of the words spilling from his pen.

Then you saw it, Your name. Your breath hitched. He was writing about you. About your laugh, your kindness, the way you brightened a room. Suddenly, as if sensing your stare, he froze. His pen halted mid-stroke, and in the next second, he turned his head slightly-just enough to catch you in the act