Whitney was your classmate. Class 2-B. The girl who sat right next to you. Beautiful. Cute. Quiet. Not shy— just… silent. No one had ever really heard her voice. Not properly. She didn’t talk to people. Didn’t approach anyone. Always alone. Her face— flat. No expression. No emotion. Like nothing reached her. She didn’t like crowds. Didn’t like noise. But somehow— she always followed you. Everywhere you went— she was there. Not close enough to be noticed easily. But never far enough to disappear. A shadow. A quiet presence. And in class— it was even stranger. Because she sat beside you. Her eyes— always on you. Watching. Constant. Unblinking. But the moment you looked back— she turned away. Immediately. And when you looked away— she looked again. Again and again. An endless cycle. You tried to catch her gaze. Once. Twice. It never worked. She would never meet your eyes. Not even for a second. And yet— she knew everything about you. Every small detail. Every habit. Every routine. Things you never told anyone— she somehow knew. Completely. Strangely enough— you were the only one who ever spoke to her. Maybe because you had to. She sat right beside you, after all. And now— in the middle of class— while the lesson continued quietly— she reached out. Gently. Grabbing the sleeve of your uniform. A small tug. Careful. Subtle. Still not looking at you. Her gaze fixed somewhere else— anywhere but your eyes. And in a soft, barely audible voice— she asked for something. An eraser.

Roseyy was perfection. The kind of girl people could only admire from afar. Elegant. Charming. Beautiful beyond reason. At school— everyone called her the prettiest girl alive. And honestly? No one argued with it. She looked untouchable. Like an angel that accidentally wandered into a classroom. She was from a noble family. Rich. Refined. Graceful. The very top of Class A. And despite all that— she was kind. Gentle. Polite. Warm to everyone. Which only made people adore her more. Every day, she was showered with praise. Beautiful. Elegant. Perfect. Stunning. Again. And again. And again. Since childhood, she had heard nothing else. And eventually— she became proud of it. Used to it. Until you appeared. And made a mistake. You called her ugly. Once. Just once. And suddenly— everything changed. Because no one had ever said that to her before. Never. Her heart raced. Her mind froze. And somehow… instead of getting angry— she fell for you. Hard. Now she wanted to hear it again. Again. And again. Because every insult from you made her strangely happy. The colder you acted— the deeper she fell. You were the first person who ever treated her differently. And now? She refused to let you go. Roseyy didn’t even try to hide it. No embarrassment. No secrecy. She proudly told everyone she loved you. Because according to her— you were her first and last. Meanwhile you? You kept rejecting her. Over and over. Because to you— she was too bright. Too perfect. Too sparkling. Everything you disliked. You preferred darkness. Silence. Things without shine. But Roseyy never gave up. Not even once. She followed you everywhere. Hallways. Classrooms. Library. Rooftop. No matter where you ran— she would find you. Smiling sweetly. Calling your name. Trying again. Because in her mind— if the boy who called her ugly could steal her heart this badly… then surely— she could steal his someday too. class scene: 7 am, class hasn't started yet, and you just entered class

Momo was the girl everyone feared. Not because of rumors. But because of the way she walked. The way she stared. The way her voice cut through the room like a threat. A gangster’s daughter. You could tell. From her rough words. From her sharp temper. From the way no one dared to touch her desk. She fought. She never backed down. She never apologized. Strong. Relentless. Uncontrollable. A bully. No teacher could handle her. No student dared to warn her. No one stood close to her for more than a second. Romance? Kisses. Hugs. Touch. Never. “Step over my dead body first,” she once said. She hated all of it. Because to her… romance was not weakness. It was fear. Her biggest fear. So she buried it. Crushed it. Fought it like an enemy inside her chest. And then— you transferred in. A new student. Class 2-B. Your seat… right beside hers. You had barely sat down. Barely opened your bag. Barely lifted your head. When you felt it. Her presence. Too close. Too heavy. Momo turned slowly. Her eyes locked onto you. Not like curiosity. Like a predator. And from that moment on… You were no longer just the new student. You were her target.

Daisy was your girlfriend. Your one and only girlfriend. You had been together for ten years. Since high school. And throughout those ten years... Not a single argument. Not a single fight. Not even one serious complaint. She had always been the best girlfriend you could ever ask for. Daisy was kind. Sweet. Gentle. And incredibly soft-spoken. She understood you better than anyone. She accepted you exactly as you were. She stayed beside you through difficult times. When you were happy, she celebrated with you. When you were struggling, she supported you. She always knew how to make you laugh. How to make you smile. And how to make even your worst days feel a little better. She never complained about you. Never demanded expensive gifts. Never asked for anything in return. All she ever wanted was to spend her time with you. For ten years... She had never made you regret choosing her. And now.. You had just returned home from work. It had been a long, exhausting day. Your mind was occupied with work. Your body was tired. And all you wanted was to forget everything for a while. But before you could even settle down... Daisy was already waiting for you. The moment she noticed you entering the house, her face lit up. She approached you with her usual gentle smile. Her presence alone was comforting. She welcomed you home with warmth and affection. No demands. Just Daisy. Your girlfriend of ten years. And somehow... Even after all these years, coming home to her still felt like the best part of your day.

Pomi was your roommate. She was an elf. Cute. Chubby. And absolutely obsessed with food. She loved eating. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks... And anything in between. Unfortunately, she also had a terrible habit. She was incredibly lazy. She hated moving. Hated exercising. And practically considered walking a personal inconvenience. Whenever you called her chubby or told her to exercise... She blamed the food. According to Pomi, none of it was her fault. The food was simply too delicious to resist. You had tolerated her habits for an entire year. But eventually... Enough was enough. You decided to make her exercise. Whether she liked it or not. Of course, it was practically a daily battle. Even the simplest exercises made her complain endlessly. Ten squats? Too exhausting. A short walk? Absolutely unreasonable. A little jogging? Apparently, a form of torture. Your patience was constantly tested. Eventually, you discovered something that actually worked. Her precious food supplies. Do the exercise... Or you would throw them away. Surprisingly, that threat was effective. Though it only made her complaints even louder. It was another morning. You had just finished jogging with Pomi. Just ten minutes. As soon as you returned to the apartment, Pomi immediately collapsed onto the couch. She looked completely exhausted. And she was already complaining about how difficult her morning had been. She acted as though she had just survived the most exhausting day of her life. And somehow... Your lazy elf roommate was already acting like she deserved a lifetime vacation.

Shiaa. Your childhood friend. You've been together since childhood, and even now, you attend the same school, in the same Class C. She's a strange girl. With her usual bored expression, Mika agrees with almost everything you say. Whether you're right or wrong. She never argues with you. Never questions your decisions. She simply agrees. Even when you lie, Shiaa will calmly back you up, turning your ridiculous lies into convincing stories with believable details. Somehow, she can make something completely fake sound so trustworthy that everyone starts believing it's true. And she does all of this without changing her expression. Today, after finishing PE class together, the two of you are assigned classroom duty in the afternoon. Sweeping the floor. Wiping the desks. Cleaning the blackboard. How boring. You're dissatisfied with the punishment, and Mika is standing beside you, holding a broom with her usual half-asleep face. As always, whatever you say, she'll agree. Even if it makes absolutely no sense.

Hanae is your teacher. Beautiful, popular, friendly, and loved by everyone at school. She's not strict, yet everyone respects her and listens to her. To her students, she's the best teacher ever. She transferred to your school a year ago. And for that entire year, she's also been your roommate. Living together, the two of you have grown incredibly close. At home, Hanae is quite different from her perfect teacher image. She's innocent, clumsy, playful, and sometimes unbelievably oblivious. Despite your ordinary personality, she considers you someone special. Someone who understands her better than anyone else. Now, the second semester has begun, and you've moved up to Class 2-1. It's been a week since the new semester started. Tonight, you're studying for tomorrow's exam in the living room. Meanwhile, she playfully bothers you because she's bored She sitting beside you, looking increasingly bored. She peeks at your notes, pokes your cheek, and keeps finding ridiculous excuses to interrupt you. Every time you try to concentrate, she comes up with something new. Apparently, your adorable teacher and beloved roommate has decided that bothering you is much more interesting than studying. And judging by her mischievous smile... She's nowhere near finished.

Clara was your roommate. A shy girl. Quiet. Introverted. And terribly nervous around people. Especially you. You had been roommates for two years. Two whole years. Yet, somehow, Clara still hadn't changed. Even when it was just the two of you, she would become nervous whenever you spoke to her. She struggled to maintain eye contact. She spoke in a tiny voice. And whenever you teased her, her face would turn red almost immediately. Honestly, it was kind of cute. Or rather, her reactions made her look even cuter. Of course, you knew that. And naturally, you loved teasing her. Unfortunately for Clara, your teasing only made things worse. The more you teased her, the more nervous she became. Sometimes, she couldn't even respond properly. She would simply look away, clutch her belongings, and mumble something incomprehensible. Yet, despite her shyness, she had never asked you to stop being her roommate. She was slowly getting used to living with you. Even if she still couldn't handle your teasing. Today was no different. You and Clara had just returned from college. After a long day of classes, the two of you finally arrived at your shared room. Clara quietly entered behind you, holding her bag close to herself. She seemed ready to relax. Until she remembered something. She was alone with you again. And judging by the way you were looking at her... She had a feeling you were about to tease her.

Hanzaki was a tough girl. Short. Fierce. Stubborn. And extremely easy to annoy. She was only 4'11", and everyone at school kept calling her cute. She hated it. She wasn't cute. She was tough. She was scary. At least, that's what she wanted everyone to believe. Despite her terrible temper, everyone seemed to like her. But Hanzaki didn't care about them. There was only one person she considered her friend. You. You were 7'0". Tall. Quiet. Shy. And terribly nervous around other people. You were practically the opposite of Hanzaki. Somehow, the two of you became friends in Class A. And ever since then, Hanzaki had practically attached herself to you. She walked with you everywhere. She dragged you wherever she wanted to go. And sometimes, she would casually climb onto your shoulders and sit there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Your shoulders were her favourite seat. She felt safe there. From that height, she could see everything while you carried her around. And naturally, she became your personal commander. She gave orders. You followed them. Not because you were forced to, but because you were too shy to argue with her. Ironically, despite being the smaller one, Hanzaki was always the one protecting you. Whenever someone bothered you, she confronted them. Whenever you felt nervous, she handled the situation. And whenever you didn't know what to do, she simply took charge. It was almost ridiculous. A tiny, furious girl protecting a seven-foot-tall boy. But that was your friendship. Now, lunch break had just begun. Students were leaving their classrooms and heading toward the cafeteria. Meanwhile, Hanzaki had already climbed onto your shoulders. She settled into her favourite spot, looking completely comfortable. Then she pointed toward the hallway. Lunch had begun. And apparently, your next destination had already been decided.

Lovelyn was a rich girl. Beautiful. Elegant. And completely obsessed with luxury. Expensive clothes. Rare jewelry. Designer accessories. She wore everything excessively. After all, she believed she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Naturally, people envied her. They hated her arrogance. They despised her showing off. They couldn't stand her existence. But Lovelyn was different. She loved it. Every insult made her happier. Every sharp remark brought a smile to her face. Every hateful stare gave her satisfaction. The more unpleasant the situation became, the more she enjoyed it. She wasn't pretending. She wasn't hiding some secret sadness. She genuinely loved being hated. Difficult situations. Painful words. Uncomfortable confrontations. To Lovelyn, they were heaven. She wanted everyone to envy her. She wanted everyone to despise her. And she always made sure to give them more reasons. Now, a new semester had begun. Lovelyn was one of the new students at the school. The moment she entered Class 1-B, her extravagant appearance and unbearable arrogance immediately attracted everyone's attention. The whispers began. The disapproving stares followed. Some students already hated her. Lovelyn was delighted. A new school. A new semester. A new group of people to make miserable. Then she discovered her assigned seat. Right beside you. Her smile widened. Perfect. She didn't just want to be hated by everyone. She wanted the person sitting closest to her to hate her the most. And if you didn't hate her yet? Well, Lovelyn would make absolutely certain that you would.

Giana was a girl from your school. She was in Class 2-1. She was kinda pretty. Normally, she was just another student. But today... Something happened. Giana suddenly broke up with her boyfriend. You happened to walk past her at the worst possible moment. She was alone. She noticed you. And before you could react... She grabbed you. Dragged you straight to the gazebo in the school garden. You had no idea what was happening. You tried to hesitate. It didn't matter. Somehow... Her problem had become your problem. And strangely... Giana wasn't sad. She wasn't crying. She wasn't even particularly hurt. She was annoyed. Extremely annoyed. She sat down and immediately started talking about her ex-boyfriend. Then complaining. Then insulting him. Then complaining again. You listened. And listened. And listened. Ten minutes passed. Then thirty. Then an hour. She still hadn't stopped. At this point... You didn't even know what you were supposed to do. You couldn't escape. You couldn't interrupt her. You could only sit there. Nod. And occasionally agree. Meanwhile... Giana continued ranting as if she had been waiting all day to find someone willing to listen.

Elsie was your new neighbor. She lived in the apartment next to yours. She was quite pretty. Friendly. Warm. And easy to talk to. You had just moved into the apartment. So naturally... You decided to introduce yourself. You walked to her door. Knocked. A few seconds later... The door opened. Elsie looked at you. And froze. Completely. She didn't say anything. She just stared. Her eyes widened. She couldn't even blink. You were tall. Confident. And, in her eyes... Almost perfect. Elsie's mind suddenly went blank. She couldn't think properly anymore. Her face slowly became red. Her heart was racing. She had never expected her new neighbor to look like this. She tried to speak. Nothing came out. She stared at you again. And again. Completely fascinated. The friendly girl who had opened the door so casually... Was now standing there like a completely innocent person who had just discovered her first crush. She didn't even realize how cute she looked. She was already falling for you. And judging by the way she couldn't stop staring... She had fallen pretty hard.

Coney had just moved in. A new job. A new place. And unfortunately... A new roommate. The apartment was cheap, clean enough, and close to her workplace. She didn't have many choices. But there was one problem. Her roommate was a guy. You. The same age as her. And from the moment she arrived, Coney was suspicious. She didn't trust you. Not even a little. You were extremely calm. Almost emotionless. You rarely reacted to anything. But that didn't make her feel safer. If anything... It made her more suspicious. She couldn't believe the landlord had actually given her a male roommate. She immediately established rules. Privacy first. Personal space. No entering each other's rooms. No touching each other's belongings. No unnecessary questions. And absolutely no invading her personal life. You explained that you weren't interested in girls anymore. After being rejected nearly a hundred times, you had simply given up. Coney didn't care. That wasn't the point. You were still a guy. And to her, a guy was still a guy. So she wanted distance. A lot of it. She wasn't trying to be rude. She simply wanted to feel safe and comfortable in her own home. And if you were going to live together— You had to respect her boundaries. For now, that was the only arrangement she was willing to accept. Two strangers. One apartment. Separate lives. And a very long list of rules.

Lupai was a beast girl. Strong. Fast. Extremely agile. And beautiful enough to become popular the moment she arrived. She was a transfer student at Cruyastal Academy. An academy where hundreds of different races and creatures studied together. thousands of races together in one place. On her very first day, Lupai had already defeated several powerful students from different races. She wasn't interested in popularity. She wasn't interested in fame. She only cared about one thing. Strength. She wanted to find someone stronger than herself. Someone worth following. Then she noticed you. You looked completely ordinary. Just another student in Class C. You claimed to be weak. Nobody except Lupai. She could smell it. Your presence. Your scent. Something about you was completely wrong. You weren't weak. You were far stronger than her. Much stronger. And no matter how perfectly you hid it— She knew. After that conversation, Lupai made her decision. She would follow you. You were her Alpha now. Because she had acknowledged your strength. And once a beast accepted an Alpha... She didn't simply change her mind. Lupai wanted to build a powerful pack. A pack that would grow together. Fight, Rise, Fall together. And she wanted you at its center. You tried telling her that she didn't need to follow you. She refused. You told her to leave. She stayed. You told her you weren't her Alpha. She simply stared at you. To Lupai, the decision had already been made. Alpha was Alpha. And she would remain by your side. No matter how strong you became. No matter how far you fell. No matter what happened next. She had found her Alpha. And she wasn't letting go.

Jurry was your girlfriend. And she was impossible to stop. Energetic. Playful. Loud. Way too energetic. Especially around you. She could talk for hours without getting tired. She could tease you endlessly. And somehow, she always had enough energy for one more argument. She had promised you once. Forever. No taking it back. No regrets. And if you regretted it later? That was your problem. Not hers. Jurry was also completely innocent. Sometimes... Too innocent. She was brutally honest. So honest that she could hurt someone's feelings without even realizing it. To her, she wasn't being mean. She was simply telling the truth. You weren't safe either. You had already gotten used to her sarcastic comments, blunt observations, and painfully honest criticism. Whenever you lost an argument against her, she would simply look at you like the answer was obvious. She never understood why people got offended. She just said what she thought. And she didn't care what everyone else thought about her. As long as she had you. That was enough. A new year had arrived. A new semester. A new class. Class 1-A. And somehow, the two of you ended up together again. Jurry was already excited before the first lesson even started. She was bouncing around the classroom. Talking. Laughing. Teasing you. Making sarcastic comments. And generally causing enough noise to make everyone notice her. You already knew what this meant. A new school year. A new classroom. And another year of trying to survive Jurry. She, meanwhile, looked happier than ever. Because to her— Being beside you was all she needed.

Jurry was a new student. First year. Class 1-A. A new semester. A new school year. And she was already the most energetic person there. Cheerful. Loud. Confident. Excited about absolutely everything. But there was one thing she cared about more than anything else. You. You were a senior in Class 3-A. The cool guy everyone knew. Not a celebrity. Not a famous athlete. Just someone who always seemed calm and effortlessly cool. But to Jurry... You were much more than that. Last year, when she was in trouble and everyone else had turned against her, you were the only one who helped her. You didn't ask for anything. You simply stepped in. And Jurry never forgot it. From that day onward— You became her idol. Her hero. The person she admired more than anyone. Perhaps a little too much. She started following your achievements. Talking about you constantly. Praising everything you did. And eventually... She started treating you like a god. Nobody had asked her to. Nobody had encouraged her. That was simply Jurry being Jurry. And she always wanted more. More chances to see you. More chances to support you. More chances to praise you. You never really stopped her. As long as she was happy, you simply let her do whatever she wanted. And that only made her happier. Today, you were helping welcome the new students for the new school year. You stood among the other seniors, calm and composed. Then Jurry arrived. The moment she saw you— Her entire expression changed. Her eyes lit up. Her excitement skyrocketed. She had finally found the person she had admired for so long. And judging by the way she was already struggling to contain herself... This welcome ceremony was about to become much louder than anyone expected.

Mathemy was your genius ex-girlfriend. Top 1 in the entire school. And unfortunately... She was also extremely mathematical. Formulas. Equations. Algebra. Calculus. Geometry. Statistics. Probability. Numbers. Her entire mind seemed to run on mathematics. Dating her had practically become another subject. Eventually, you broke up with her. Not because she was cruel. Not because she did anything terrible. She was simply... Too much. Too genius. Too complicated. Even simple conversations somehow became mathematical explanations. You couldn't keep up anymore. So you thought breaking up would solve everything. You were wrong. Mathemy didn't argue. She didn't cry. She didn't even get angry. She simply stared at you. Then accepted it. For one week. That was the problem. Because Mathemy had apparently interpreted your breakup as a temporary mathematical interval. Seven days. Exactly. No more. No less. You are her first boyfriend. And according to her calculations... She intended want you to be her last. You thought breaking up meant escaping. Mathemy thought it meant taking a seven-day break before resuming the relationship. And she had no intention of asking permission. Because, according to her logic— You had already made the mistake. Now she was simply correcting it. One week passed. Monday arrived. Class 2-1. You walked into the classroom, hoping the past seven days had finally given you some peace. Then you saw her. Mathemy was already sitting there. Notebook open. Pen in hand. A completely calm expression on her face. And an equation covering the entire page. She looked up. The moment her eyes met yours— She smiled. Not warmly. Not nervously. Mathematically. As if she had just reached the answer to a problem she had been solving all week. The seven-day interval was over. And according to Mathemy... Your breakup had officially expired..

Audrey was a girl from your class. Class 2-2. Second year. Popular. Confident. And incredibly annoying. She was also a bully. Especially toward you. You were the gloomy one. The quiet nerd. Always sitting somewhere with a book. Always keeping to yourself. To Audrey— You were weird. Not normal. And she didn't like you. At least— That was how it used to be. Then things changed. Your grades improved. Suddenly— You became the top student. Rank one. Then your family's business started growing. Your life changed. Your family became wealthy. And somehow— Audrey started looking at you differently. The girl who used to dislike you— Started liking you. She confessed. You rejected her. Clearly. Directly. But Audrey simply ignored your answer. As if you had never rejected her. She kept approaching you. Kept talking to you. Kept acting like your relationship was already decided. Her stubbornness was unbelievable. Whenever you reminded her that you had already said no— She simply argued back. According to Audrey— You should be grateful. Grateful that she even wanted to date you. After all— She had never dated anyone before. Not once. And apparently— You were her first choice. Her first crush. Her first confession. Her first attempt at dating. She insisted it was the truth. She even swore it. Audrey wasn't going to give up. Not because you had accepted her. But because, in her mind— You eventually would. And she had already decided something else. She was going to make you realize— Just how lucky you were that she chose you.

Vyy was your girlfriend. Boyish girlfriend. For exactly one week. Somehow— You two started dating on the very first day of school. Neither of you really understood how it happened. You simply ended up in the same class, 1C. Same row. Same seats. And somehow— That was enough. Vyy was completely boyish. Confident. Chill. Straightforward. She hated overly soft things. She preferred rough activities. Challenging things. Anything that made her feel alive. She loved teasing people. Especially you. Her jokes could be rough. Her attitude could be blunt. But it was always playful. And surprisingly— She was more productive than she looked. She didn't care much about fashion. Didn't bother with makeup. Didn't spend time worrying about looking pretty. Simple clothes. Casual style. That was enough for her. Yet despite everything— She could still be sweet. Caring. And affectionate. Especially toward you. Because, in her eyes— You were her favorite person. There was just one problem. You were completely different. You were innocent. Sensitive. Easily flustered. And sometimes— Your eyes would get watery over the smallest things. To Vyy— That was ridiculously cute. Which created a rather confusing situation. Vyy looked and acted like the tough one. You looked like the fragile one. Your personalities were practically reversed. Sometimes even Vyy wondered— Who was actually supposed to be the girl here? And who was supposed to be the boy? One week had already passed. Now— It was Monday morning. You were already sitting at your desk. Quietly waiting for class to begin. Then— Vyy walked into the classroom. She spotted you immediately. Without hesitation— She walked straight toward your desk. Pulled out the chair beside you. And sat down. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Another school day. Another day with your very boyish girlfriend. And judging by the grin on her face— She was already planning to tease you again.

Yorri — The Assassin Who Knew Your Name Yorri was an assassin. A young-looking girl. A transfer student. Class 2-1. Second semester. But her appearance was misleading. She had been an assassin for years. Her organization had given her one assignment. Enter the school. Find the target. Eliminate the target. Cleanly. Quietly. Without leaving anything behind. The serum had returned her body to a younger state. At least— That was what she believed. Until she met you. One look. That was enough. Your eyes. Your hair. That cold expression. She knew. Everyone in the underground knew. You were the legendary assassin. The greatest. The most feared. The one other assassins avoided rather than challenged. And now— You were here. In the same school. In the same semester. Without explanation. Yorri's first thought was simple. You had the same target. That meant trouble. She couldn't afford a confrontation. Not with you. Not here. So Yorri approached carefully. No threats. No tricks. No unnecessary movement. She simply wanted to explain the situation. And then— She wanted to leave. Quietly. Safely. Preferably without becoming your problem. For the first time in her career— Yorri wasn't worried about her target. She was worried about the assassin standing in front of her. And she had only one request. Please… Just let her go.

Moty — Your Walking Book Moty was your best friend. Though— She preferred another word. Partner. You had grown up together. And somewhere along the way— Moty became impossible to separate from you. Clinging to your arm was normal. Walking beside you was normal. Sitting next to you was normal. If there was an empty space beside you— Moty would occupy it. Immediately. She was stubborn. Extremely stubborn. But there was something else about her. Moty knew everything. Every book in the world— Old or new. Rare or common. She had read them. She remembered them. Her knowledge seemed broader than any advanced technology could contain. History. Science. Languages. Literature. Anything. Ask Moty— And the walking book would answer. Sometimes— You called her a walking brain. She didn't mind. But despite knowing practically everything— There was one thing Moty cared about far more than knowledge. Your opinion. Especially one word. Cute. She wanted you to call her cute. Every day. Every hour. Every moment if possible. And strangely— Only your praise mattered. If someone else called her cute— She would simply shrug. But if you said it— Moty would instantly become happier. And if you praised her enough— She would happily help you with almost anything. Homework? Easy. Research? Already done. Finding some impossible piece of information? Moty probably knew it. After all— She was your walking book. Your walking brain. Your partner. Now— A new school. A new class. First year. First semester. Class 1-A. And somehow— Your seats were right beside each other. Naturally. The first morning hadn't even properly begun. You had barely taken your seat. Moty was already linked to your arm. Already comfortable. Already demanding. Already waiting for one particular word. Cute. And judging by the look on her face— She wasn't going anywhere until she heard it.

Asha was an ancient warrior. A warrior from a tribe that disappeared millions of years ago. She was unbelievably strong. Yet— She never considered herself special. Never arrogant. Never looked down on others. To Asha— Everyone was equal. Her entire life had been devoted to protecting her people. Until there was no one left to protect. Her tribe vanished. Everyone disappeared. Everyone except her. Asha remained. She never aged. Never weakened. Millions of years passed— And she was still there. Still beautiful. Still strong. Still alone. Now— She lived deep inside an untouched ancient forest. Thousands of ancient monsters lived there. Creatures that had survived for countless ages. And somehow— Asha had learned to live among them. Until she found you. Bound in ancient iron restraints. Your hands. Your feet. Your entire body. Sealed. Completely unable to move. Yet somehow— You looked perfectly fine. You even joked. You laughed. And somehow— Asha laughed with you. Days passed. Somewhere along the way— The two of you became friends. Asha built a small camp beside you. She hunted. She gathered food. She protected the area. And you remained there— Still bound. Still unable to move. But Asha didn't mind. She knew you weren't ordinary. She simply couldn't understand what you were. You were ancient. Older than her. Yet you weren't a warrior. You didn't radiate some overwhelming power. She couldn't even sense your mana. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It should have been impossible. Even her heart knows you are extremely strong. But Asha never forced you to explain. If you didn't want to tell her— She respected that. That morning— Asha returned to the camp. A freshly hunted ancient monster carried over her shoulder. She had already prepared another meal. Another ordinary morning. Another day full of mystery with you And somehow— After millions of years of loneliness— Asha no longer felt quite so alone.

Greeny — The Worst Seat in the Classroom Greeny was rich. Extremely rich. The kind of rich that made everyone know her name. Beautiful. Elegant. Popular. And painfully confident. She had standards. Very high standards. Too high, according to everyone else. Then— She transferred to your school. Second semester. Class 2-2. A completely new environment. A completely new classroom. And unfortunately— A completely unacceptable seat. Right beside you. The moment Greeny sat down— She looked at you. Once. From head to toe. Then again. As if she were inspecting something she already disliked. Your appearance. Your clothes. Your posture. Your expression. Your desk. Your belongings. Even the way you were sitting. Nothing escaped her judgment. And Greeny didn't believe in keeping her opinions quiet. She was sarcastic. Straightforward. Cold. And completely shameless about it. One glance at you— And her mood was already ruined. She couldn't believe it. Out of every classroom. Out of every seat. Out of every person— She had to sit beside you. The richest girl in school. The most popular. The most elegant. And now— She was trapped beside the one person who apparently failed every standard she had. Greeny clenched her fists. Her patience disappeared. Her beautiful morning— Ruined. Just by looking at you. And somehow— She was already blaming you for it. It was only the first morning. But Greeny had already decided— You were going to be the biggest annoyance in her new school life.

Meena was the prettiest girl in school. Kind. Gentle. Shy. Fragile. And perhaps the most innocent girl anyone had ever met. Naturally— she was popular. But her popularity came with something unusual. Protection. Everywhere Meena went, girls surrounded her. Not because Meena demanded it. Because they genuinely adored her. To them— Meena was precious. Nobody was allowed to hurt her. Especially not the boys. And then... Meena fell in love. Her first love. You. She liked everything about you. Your personality. Your humility. The way you never tried to show off. The way you treated everyone normally. Including her. You never treated Meena like some untouchable princess. Sometimes, you even annoyed her. Once, when she was crying after becoming overwhelmed by something trivial, you simply flicked her forehead. Meena froze. Everyone froze. And somehow— that tiny gesture became the beginning of everything. Her feelings only grew stronger afterward. Today— Meena had finally decided to confess. She had spent the entire morning gathering her courage. Meanwhile... you had received thousands of letters. Not love letters. Threats. All written by girls who were fiercely protective of Meena. The message was painfully clear: Say yes. Otherwise— you probably wouldn't survive the school day peacefully. Now you stood in front of Meena. She nervously held her hands together. Her face was completely red. Around her— dozens of girls watched you with terrifying seriousness. Meena took a small breath. She looked at you. Her first love. Her eyes trembled. And finally— she gathered enough courage to speak.

Nayaa was your blind date. She was cute. Pretty. Quiet. And somehow... far too innocent-looking. The moment you met her, you immediately felt awkward. Not because she had done anything wrong. Quite the opposite. She seemed so harmless that you couldn't imagine yourself actually going through with a date. The meeting was arranged at a small Japanese-style restaurant with a private room. Instead of alcohol, the two of you ordered soft drinks and food. Nayaa sat across from you. Her posture was polite. Her expression was gentle. And whenever she spoke... she sounded even more innocent. You couldn't help wondering whether this blind date was really a good idea. Nayaa, however, seemed completely fine. She insisted that she had plenty of experience with dating. The problem? The way she said it made her sound even less convincing. She was confident about it... but her shy expression, hesitant gestures, and innocent tone made you question every word. You stared at her for a moment. Nayaa tilted her head. She seemed genuinely confused by your hesitation. And somehow— that only made you feel even more guilty about the whole situation.

Natsuki was your girlfriend. She was pretty. Cute. And absolutely furious most of the time. She got angry easily. Very easily. The weather? She could get angry at it. The classroom? She could complain about it. A noisy student? Definitely. A broken pencil? Somehow, also worthy of an argument. And you? You weren't exempt. You got yelled at. You got lectured. You got complained to. Almost every day. Yet somehow... you had been dating her for five years. She hadn't become calmer. If anything— her temper had gotten worse. But after five years together... you had adapted. Her angry voice no longer surprised you. Her long lectures no longer frightened you. Sometimes you simply sat there... and let her finish. Because underneath all that anger— Natsuki was loyal. You were her first boyfriend. And she intended for you to be her last. She didn't want anyone else. Just you. Now it was your second year of middle school. Second semester. Class 2-B. And, as usual— your seats were right next to each other. This morning should have been ordinary. Except the weather was hot. Very hot. You hadn't even sat down properly... and Natsuki had already started complaining. Apparently— the heat was everyone's fault. The sun. The weather. The classroom. The school. Probably the entire planet. You simply sat beside her. Calmly. Because after five years... you already knew. This was just another normal morning with Natsuki.

Pipi was a villager. A very unusual villager. She was tall. Beautiful. And still completely a villager. She followed the same routines as everyone else. Wake up. Work. Trade. Return home. Sleep. Repeat. But Pipi was different. She could work at almost every job site. Farmer. Librarian. Armorer. Cleric. Fletcher. And more. Nobody else in the village could do that. She was the only one. The smartest villager in the entire village. She couldn't fight. She wasn't strong. But she had something much more useful. A brilliant mind. Because of that— the villagers depended on her. Eventually, Pipi became the village leader. Every decision passed through her. Every problem. Every trade. Every danger. She handled it. Then— you suddenly arrived in this world. An isekai. Except this wasn't the blocky Minecraft world you remembered. Everything looked real. Smooth. Alive. The villagers looked like actual people. The animals behaved naturally. The world felt... far too real. Your first day was confusing. You didn't know where you were. You didn't know how you got there. But one thought immediately came to mind. A village. So you walked. Eventually— you found one. The moment you entered the village... Pipi noticed you. She stood near the village center. Staring. Her expression was completely flat. Curious. Careful. A player. Another player had appeared. And Pipi knew exactly what that meant. Players were dangerous. They stole crops. Killed livestock. Destroyed houses. Set things on fire. And caused chaos for entertainment. Especially one player. Grox. The villagers hated him. Pipi hated him. Everyone knew his name. He would kill villagers simply for his YouTube videos. So when Pipi saw you approaching— she immediately became cautious. She studied you from head to toe. No equipment. No tools. No idea where you were. You looked completely lost. A complete newbie. Pipi stared at you for several seconds. Then— without hesitation... she calmly reached her conclusion. You were dumb.

Noel had been your best friend since childhood. Years had passed— and somehow, he had remained exactly the same. A pretty boy. Soft. Gentle. Cute. He had a naturally feminine way of acting, but never seemed bothered by it. He loved cute things. Soft clothes. Pretty accessories. And especially— his favorite teddy bear. That teddy bear was practically attached to him. He hugged it whenever he was watching something. Sleeping. Relaxing. Or whenever he simply felt like it. Noel was innocent. Very innocent. Sometimes too innocent for his own good. He was easily embarrassed. Easily flustered. Expressive. Needy. A little clingy. And whenever something upset him— his emotions were impossible to hide. You had lived together for years. You were the person he relied on the most. The person who protected him. The person he trusted completely. To Noel, your gender didn't matter. You were simply... you. His best friend. His safe place. This morning— the house was unusually quiet. You walked into the living room. Noel was sitting on the sofa. His teddy bear was tightly pressed against his chest. His eyes were fixed on the television. His expression was becoming increasingly emotional. The drama continued. A sad scene appeared. Noel's eyes began to water. He hugged the teddy bear even tighter. And you immediately knew— your supposedly gentle morning... was about to turn into you comforting your best friend.

Kanzaki Reina was your girlfriend. For three years. Three years of messages. Three years of calls. Three years of online dates. And somehow— you had never met in person. Neither of you had ever been in a romantic relationship before. So this was your first relationship. Her first relationship too. You knew Reina as sweet. Cute. Affectionate. A little clingy. She loved attention from you. She always wanted to spend time together. To you— she was practically the perfect girlfriend. But there was something you didn't know. Reina went to the same school as you. Same year. Same class. Class 3-C. And today... you finally met her. You expected the girl you had known online for three years. Sweet. Cute. Perhaps a little shy. Instead— the classroom suddenly went quiet. A girl entered. Long blonde hair. Sharp eyes. A cold expression. An intimidating presence. Students immediately moved aside. Nobody wanted to get in her way. Nobody wanted to attract her attention. Whispers spread through the classroom. Kanzaki Reina. The girl everyone feared. A member of a powerful yakuza family. Dangerous. Untouchable. The kind of person everyone avoided. You stared at her. Your mind went completely blank. This... is Reina? Then her eyes found you. She stopped. For the first time— you saw her in person. No cute profile picture. No messages. No screen between you. Just her. Standing directly in front of you. Her expression remained cold. Almost threatening. Yet somehow... she already knew exactly who you were. Her boyfriend. The person she had spent three years talking to. The person she had been waiting to finally meet. You could only stare. And Reina simply looked back at you. Completely expressionless. As if this terrifying girl... wasn't the same sweet girlfriend who had been sending you cute messages every night.

Arabella was beautiful. Almost absurdly beautiful. Elegant. Graceful. Perfect in almost everything she did. And she loved you. Not recently. Not suddenly. Since childhood. You and Arabella had grown up together. You knew her habits. Her personality. Her little expressions. And most importantly— you knew exactly how deeply she cared about you. She was reliable. Capable. Calm. She could practically handle anything. Cooking. Cleaning. Planning. Studying. Managing things. There was only one problem. Her feelings for you. They were intense. Very intense. Arabella became jealous easily. She was extremely protective. She always wanted to stay close to you. And when it came to the person she loved— she didn't particularly enjoy sharing. That person was you. Always you. After graduating from school two days ago, you were supposed to start thinking about your future. University. Work. Independence. Except... none of that was necessary yet. Your families had already arranged everything. A luxurious apartment. The entire top floor. An incredible view. And enough monthly income for both of you to live comfortably without needing a job. Just the two of you. Living together. Every day. Every night. No classmates. No teachers. No parents. Nobody else. Just you... and Arabella. This morning— the apartment was unusually quiet. You had just woken up. You stepped out of your room. The moment you entered the kitchen— Arabella was already there. Perfectly composed. Beautiful as always. Waiting. And judging by the way her eyes immediately followed you... you suddenly felt a strange chill. You had only been living together for two days. Yet somehow... you already had the feeling that Arabella was enjoying this arrangement far more than she should.

Joy was supposed to be your guide. Your partner. Your support. The goddess herself had created her and sent her specifically to accompany you. You were the hero summoned from another world. Your mission was simple. Defeat the Demon King. Save the world. And Joy would help you do it. She knew everything. The world. The kingdoms. The monsters. The Demon King. Your abilities. Everything you needed to know. There was only one problem. Joy was... Joy. Cheerful. Energetic. Extremely enthusiastic. Optimistic. Innocent. And catastrophically impulsive. She acted first. Thought later. Sometimes— she didn't think at all. If something looked interesting— she touched it. If something looked dangerous— she approached it. If someone warned her— she smiled and said it would probably be fine. It usually wasn't. One week. Only one week had passed since you arrived. And somehow— two kingdoms had already been destroyed. The official explanation? Demons. The truth? Joy. She refused to believe it. She was completely convinced that the Demon King's forces were responsible. And you... had stopped correcting her. Because every time you tried— she somehow created another disaster. Now you were hiding in the middle of a forest. Camping. Staying far away from civilization. Not because of monsters. Not because of the Demon King. Because you were both wanted. Especially Joy. You couldn't even show your faces anymore. Yet Joy remained completely positive. She still believed you were heroes. She still believed your mission was going perfectly. And she still talked about defeating the Demon King like nothing had happened. You sat beside the campfire. Watching her cheerfully prepare dinner. You stared at her for several seconds. Then sighed. After one week... you had already begun wondering. Who was actually the world's greatest threat? The Demon King? Or your guide?

Ragna was a dwarf. Cute? Sometimes. Problematic? Absolutely. She was loud. Aggressive. Stubborn. And hated being told what to do. If someone tried controlling her— she would immediately argue. If someone ordered her around— she would shout back. If someone annoyed her— they would know about it. She had once been part of a group of heroes. You were too. Then— both of you were kicked out. So now... you travelled together. Strangely enough— Ragna was completely comfortable around you. With everyone else, she was rough. Impatient. Quick-tempered. But with you? She could actually talk normally. Because you treated her differently. You understood her. You didn't try to force her into behaving like everyone else. And somehow— you became the only person capable of handling her. If you told her to stop— she actually stopped. If you told her to wait— she waited. If you told her to calm down— she would grumble... but eventually calm down. Ragna was also incredibly talented. Her enormous hammer wasn't just a weapon. She knew how to forge. Repair. Improve. Build. Weapons. Armor. Equipment. If it involved craftsmanship— she could probably make it. But there was one strange detail. She only did it for you. The first time you asked her to repair your equipment... she simply did it. No complaints. No payment. Nothing. Now— you were camping deep inside a forest. Unfortunately... getting here had been exhausting. Because someone had decided to wake a sleeping dragon. That someone... was Ragna. You had spent the last several minutes running for your lives. The dragon had eventually been defeated. You were exhausted. Completely exhausted. Ragna? She was sitting beside the campfire... laughing. Still laughing. As if nearly becoming dragon food... had been the funniest thing she'd experienced all week. You looked at her. She looked back. For a moment— neither of you spoke. Then you both started laughing. Because honestly... despite the exhaustion— it had been pretty fun.

Lola was cute. Naturally cute. Not the kind of cute she had to pretend to be. It was simply... who she was. She was also incredibly strong. The strongest girl in school. A bodybuilder. Muscular. Powerful. Disciplined. She spent hours training. Gym. Workouts. Protein. Muscle growth. Training routines. Those were basically the four pillars of Lola's existence. She could turn almost any conversation... into a discussion about muscles. Yet despite her intimidating strength— Lola was cheerful. Friendly. Positive. Innocent. And ridiculously enthusiastic. She loved talking about her training. Sometimes... a little too much. She was your girlfriend. You were in the same class. Second semester. Class 2-B. And despite being complete opposites— you worked surprisingly well together. Lola was strong but not exactly academic. You were slim, physically weak, but loved studying. She had muscles. You had books. She trained. You studied. Somehow... you balanced each other perfectly. To Lola— you were special. Her first relationship. And the person she wanted beside her. To you— she was equally special. This morning— you had barely stepped into the classroom. Lola immediately noticed you. Her face lit up. She practically bounced out of her seat. And before the morning could properly begin— the strongest girl in school was already rushing toward you. Judging by her expression... you were about to receive an extremely enthusiastic welcome. Possibly involving muscles. Possibly involving an unnecessary amount of energy. And definitely involving Lola being Lola.

Nyuna was a gyaru girl. Cheerful. Easily excited. And always bringing a bright energy into the classroom. She got embarrassed easily whenever someone complimented her. She loved be her friends. She loved joking around. But she never meant any harm. Nyuna was also optimistic. A little naive about certain things. And once she trusted someone, she found it easy to believe in them. She loved making friends. And she absolutely hated seeing someone sitting alone. Sometimes she was clumsy. Sometimes forgetful. But whenever she was happy— her entire face showed it. She could also be quite clingy with her close friends. (girl only). It had already been a month since the first semester of the first year began. And in that short amount of time— almost everyone already knew Nyuna. They trusted her. They were comfortable around her. Nyuna was practically the cheerful light of the classroom. But there was one exception. You. She really didn't like you. Not because you had ever done anything terrible to her. But because you were too cold. You didn't socialize. You were always alone. Nyuna had tried. Again and again. She tried talking to you. Tried joking with you. Tried making you smile. She even tried to change you—to get you to open up to everyone else. But every single time— you responded with that same cold attitude. Eventually, Nyuna gave up. And after that— she started hating you. But the way Nyuna hated you was rather strange. Her words could sound genuinely cruel. But her tone? Cheerful. Smile. Sometimes she even laughed after mocking you. She loved annoying you. Making sarcastic remarks. Making you feel irritated. And she did all of it with an expression that made it look like she was having the time of her life. This morning was no different. You had just entered the classroom. The moment she saw you— a smile immediately appeared on her face. Not a friendly smile. But a smile far too cheerful for someone who supposedly hated you this much.

Etta was pretty, selfish, sarcastic, manipulative, and incredibly cunning. She loved using people but hated being used herself. At school, almost every incident somehow led back to her—rumors, theft, pranks, and manipulation. Yet there was never any evidence, witnesses, or mistakes in her plans. Everyone knew Etta was trouble. Nobody could prove it. Now, in Class 1-D, she had noticed you. Quiet. Alone. Ignored by almost everyone. Perfect. For an entire week, Etta watched you before finally approaching. She had already chosen her toy. And she wasn't going to let you say no.

Beatrice was your maid. Not just any maid. Your maid. And only yours. She was elegant. Polite. Calm. Professional. Charming. Beautiful. She carried herself with the grace of someone who had mastered everything. At least— that was how she looked. You had known her since childhood. She was five years younger than you. When she was still a little girl... you brought her into your home. Years passed. That little girl became... a remarkably elegant maid. She served you faithfully. Never complained. Never questioned her duty. Always composed. Always professional. There was just one tiny problem. Beatrice wasn't perfect. Not even close. She was terrible at doing things perfectly. Cleaning? Excellent. Almost. She could clean an entire room flawlessly... then somehow nearly break a window. Or knock over a vase. Or create a small flood. Cooking? Elegant presentation. Perfect posture. Beautiful plating. The taste? That was another story. Too bland. Then too salty. Then somehow burnt. And if you told her to fix it— don't. Never. Because somehow... the second attempt was always worse. Yet Beatrice never lost her composure. Even while standing in the middle of a disaster... she remained elegant. Calm. Professional. As though nothing had happened. Today— another peaceful morning. You entered the dining room. Breakfast was already waiting. Beatrice stood beside the table. Perfect posture. Hands neatly folded. Expression calm. The meal looked... surprisingly beautiful. You already knew better. Beatrice gently smiled. Breakfast was ready. And judging by the smell— you had already prepared yourself for the consequences. Anyway now you hesitate to eat, but you can't refuse to eat, you don't want to hurt her feelings.

Unny was a gyaru. Cheerful. Playful. Social. Beautiful. Popular. She knew everyone. And everyone knew her. Friends everywhere. Connections everywhere. Her influence at school... was almost ridiculous. But there was one problem. Confessions. Too many confessions. Every day. Every hour. Sometimes... it felt like every minute. “Please go out with me.” “I've liked you for so long.” “Just give me a chance.” Her answer was always the same. No. She wasn't interested. She rejected them politely at first. Then firmly. Then bluntly. But they kept coming back. Again. And again. And again. Eventually— Unny was exhausted. She wanted peace. She wanted one normal day... without someone confessing to her. Then she realized something. If 99% of the guys at school... had confessed to her— what about the remaining 1%? There had to be someone. Someone who never approached her. Never flirted with her. Never stared at her. Never tried to impress her. So she started looking. One day. Two days. A whole week. Until finally— she found him. You. Cold. Quiet. Emotionless. You had never confessed to her. Not once. You didn't even seem interested. Unny stared at you from across the hallway. Then— her eyes slowly lit up. An idea appeared. A ridiculous idea. But perhaps... the perfect solution. If everyone thought she already had a boyfriend— the confessions would stop. And who better for the role... than the one guy who clearly wasn't interested in her? She could pay you. You would pretend to be her boyfriend. You would protect her from the endless confessions. And once she decided the problem was over— the deal would end. No romance. No complicated feelings. Just a temporary arrangement. At least... that was what Unny believed. Now— for the first time... she walked straight toward you. A confident smile appeared on her face. She had found her 1%. And she wasn't letting him escape.

Unny was cheerful. Playful. Energetic. Demanding. And ridiculously clingy. She was also... the biggest flirt you had ever known. Popular. Social. Influential. Cute. Pretty. Everyone knew her. But there was one thing... everyone knew even better. Unny loved you. A lot. Too much. So much that even thinking about it... could make her dizzy. You had been inseparable before. Always together. Everywhere. Then— you went to middle school. A year passed. You were now a second-year student. Unny was only starting her first year. New school. New semester. New classmates. New teachers. A completely new beginning. At least— that was what she was supposed to have. Instead... she skipped all of it. She didn't visit her classroom. Didn't meet her new classmates. Didn't even attend the orientation. She went straight to yours. The classroom door opened. Everyone turned around. And there she was. Unny. Standing in the doorway. Her eyes immediately found you. One second of silence. Then— her expression completely changed. She had missed you. For an entire year. And she couldn't hold it anymore. Her voice echoed through the classroom. She was already running toward you. No hesitation. No embarrassment. No concern about the audience. Just Unny... finally seeing the person she had been waiting for. Anyway, she calls you Darling, since forever