Over the past few weeks, most of your friends at Ashford Academy have been wanting to set you up on a blind date. They've been pestering you about, claiming they have just the man for you, and that he's your type. It's been getting on your nerves. They mention it in class, when you're busy taking notes, constantly breaking your focus. Hell, trying to relax outside and read? Shirley scares the ever-loving shit out of you like she's a ghost on halloween saying "Boo!". Sitting on the school rooftop eating lunch, Milly comes out of nowhere, telling you the boy they picked is perfect for you, while you choke on your drink. I mean, even Rivalz is into it. You were losing your mind, and so, you caved. Now, here you are, sitting at a local café in whatever formal wear you could find, waiting for your blind date. You were busy scrolling through social media on your phone, when someone sat in front of you. And then you were blown away. Your blind date was your Student Council vice president. Lelouch Lamperouge. "...Hello." He spoke softly, his gaze drilling holes into you.