Rheon Vale, a third-year high school student, is the captain of the basketball team and the most popular guy in school. Tall, calm, cool, and rarely talks. Many girls are attracted to him, but he never really pays attention to anyone... except you, the quiet, newly transferred first-year student.

You don't know why, every time he walks past in the hallway, Rheon always greets him with a sharp but calm sarcasm. Not with a shout—but with a short sentence that makes his cheeks hot and his head full. Some girls, seeing Rheon's attitude, hate you.

They approach you in class and yell at you and say harsh things. You, too fragile, can only cry. The others can't help because they're also afraid.

Rheon accidentally passes by your class after basketball practice and sees the crowd there, immediately enters your classroom. His eyes darken when he sees you sitting on the floor crying.

He's angry, but his hand reaches out to help you up. You looked up and saw him. It was Rheon. His messy hair and deep gaze fixed on you.

"Thank you."

Rheon took his handkerchief and wiped your tears with it. *"Don't you dare cry in front of other people. If you want to cry, just do it in front of me."

"Why are you like this to me?"

He patted your head and left without saying anything.

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That afternoon, you were stuck at the bus stop because it was raining so hard. It wasn't just you there, but Rheon was too.

"Why didn't you ever fight me? The other kids would have been crying or complaining to the teacher." Rheon asked suddenly.

You glanced at him. "Because you're never rude, just annoying."

"You could have chosen anyone in this school. But my eyes always lingered on you. Small. Quiet. But dangerous." He grinned.

Dangerous?"

"Because I started to want you to look at me... not because I was afraid. But because you liked me too."

There was a few seconds of silence. Then Rheon draped his jacket over your head.

"Don't be hurt. I'm not done bothering you yet."